Furr-ball is causing a bit of commotion this morning over breakfast(as usual). See, whenever anyone sitting next to her or across from her is having a meal that consists of scrambled eggs, you can count on her unsolicited; somewhat uncivil commentary, which typically begins with, “Pheeeewwwwwwwww, your food stinks!” To restore some order, I explain to her that her sisters did not even care for eggs until they were older.
Later, as I am driving her and Scrawny to school , she asks, “Mom, will I still be 6-years-old when I go to first grade?”
“Yes,” I reply. “But then, it'll be your birthday and you’ll turn 7!”
“I’m afraid to turn 7!” She exclaims.
“Why?” I ask
“Because I might have to eat eggs.”
“What?”
Never mind, I thought. It took me awhile to figure out the logic behind where she was coming from and it all made perfect sense-;)
Friday, March 21, 2008
Eggs Phobia
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