My son went out in the rain this morning to play in a dump load of gravel we got for the duck pen. Next thing I know, he comes in and says . . .
"you see, there were these warm eggs the chickens just gave us, and I put them in my jacket pocket and I jogged to the house. Then they accidentally broke in my pocket.".
Me "Jack, that's why we use a basket. It's okay, buddy, just don't do it again. (I just broke an egg in my shorts pocket a few days ago, but I hadn't told them ) Is the jacket outside still?". He is still looking at me funny and says . . .
"well, when I took my jacket off, the egg yolks jumped out of my jacket into one of your muck boots."
Oh, my, what a mess!
"you see, there were these warm eggs the chickens just gave us, and I put them in my jacket pocket and I jogged to the house. Then they accidentally broke in my pocket.".
Me "Jack, that's why we use a basket. It's okay, buddy, just don't do it again. (I just broke an egg in my shorts pocket a few days ago, but I hadn't told them ) Is the jacket outside still?". He is still looking at me funny and says . . .
"well, when I took my jacket off, the egg yolks jumped out of my jacket into one of your muck boots."
Oh, my, what a mess!
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