Life with The Egg

From my wife’s considerable backlog of crazy stuff our boys come up with:

SUPEREGG!!

The Egg came into bedroom where I was reading, with a piece of dried up apple that had been on floor between his brother’s bed & the wall. I’d been trying to get one of them to pick it up for me for several days. He was extremely excited and amidst a lot of stuttering & stammering began to tell me how he got the apple piece.

“Mom, look I…I…climbed over the…the…the… pole thing…on…on…Bacon’s bed, you, you know…the…back…back…of the…thing, youknowthething, and…and…I…I…didn’t even …have …to…go…go…undermybed. I’m…I’m…just like a…a…a…

(with a giant smile and his chest puffed out with pride)

A SUPERHERO!

Gotta love him, even when he’s a whiny mess.”

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