Wow... congratz to your son.
You have to watch out... and this is very important... hatching is addictive! It is worse than any drug on the streets. There is no cure, no rememdy, no quick fix. The more you hatch, the more you want to hatch. If you stop cold "turkey", it is horrible... you pace, you stare longingly at your empty bator till you can't take it any more and you start sneaking fertile eggs into the house, hoping the spouse doesn't notice. You hide the bator under your side of the bed and pile shoes all around it so no one can see it. You come up with wild excuses as to why you are on your elbows and knees with your butt up in the air staring under the bed checking on your "stash". There are only so many times you get away with it before your spouse starts thinking you are somewhat insane.
And then when they hatch... oh my... where will you hide them... well that's a whole other adventure...
You have to watch out... and this is very important... hatching is addictive! It is worse than any drug on the streets. There is no cure, no rememdy, no quick fix. The more you hatch, the more you want to hatch. If you stop cold "turkey", it is horrible... you pace, you stare longingly at your empty bator till you can't take it any more and you start sneaking fertile eggs into the house, hoping the spouse doesn't notice. You hide the bator under your side of the bed and pile shoes all around it so no one can see it. You come up with wild excuses as to why you are on your elbows and knees with your butt up in the air staring under the bed checking on your "stash". There are only so many times you get away with it before your spouse starts thinking you are somewhat insane.
And then when they hatch... oh my... where will you hide them... well that's a whole other adventure...