Here's a new one from my great aunt: (this happens after she tells me that I'm not packing them right, and that I should be getting my own cartons, instead of re-using, because that's the way her daughter in law does it: I'm using the name Allison for her daughter in law, but that is not her real name. I'm using G-A to mean great aunt)
G-A: Well, at least you do a better job at cleaning them than Allison
Me: Thank you, my hens pride themselves on being able to lay clean eggs
G-A: Yes, that makes washing them a lot easier. I remember having to wash eggs for Granma and Granpa's business (HA! Granma and Granpa ran a HUGE egg operation with over 200,000 hens, and 20 automated cleaning stations. You never washed ONE of those eggs!)
Me: Oh yes, they do all the work for me!
G-A: *getting suspicious now* Well, it does seem like they do all the work for you when they lay clean eggs...
Me: No really, They DO DO all the work for me. I never washed those eggs.
G-A: WELL ISN"T THAT UNHEALTHY?!?!?!?!
Me: Oh no, far from it. You see by leaving the bloom, although you probably don't know what that is, on the egg, it helps keep bacteria from entering the egg. So, it is really much healthier.
G-A: Well, I guess I can just wash them when we get back to the house....
Me: Well, that kind of eliminates the point, doesn't it?
G-A: *to my Nana*Have you seen that new show on blah, blah, blah.....
Here's another from the same day. I have my d'Anver roo on my shoulder:
G-A: Oh, what a pretty hen, what's his name?
Me: Wait, do you mean "What a pretty hen what's her name?" or "What a pretty rooster, what's his name?"????
G-A: I MEAN what a pretty hen, what's HIS name?