"Mom! I'm gonna need you to get all the egg shells out of my pants pocket before you put them in the washer. I need to go shower. I had an egg break in my pocket while I was doing my math with the chickens. Okay?"
These were the words that greeted me as my firstborn bounded through the door with one pant leg decidedly more eggy than the other. Grateful as I was that he was considerate enough to forewarn me before I tossed said pants into the washer, I couldn't help but be perplexed and amused. Bemused.
Doing math with the chickens? Were they teaching him? Were they employing some system of scratching and clucking to convey the basic principles of geometry that I have been struggling to get across? Furthermore, had they made progress? It's a new year, and with that I have resolved to delegate more items off my plate. So, if the girls had indeed made progress then I'm open to the prospects of them taking on that subject, notably not my strongest.
So, I sit procrastinating plucking eggshells from my boy's pocket to ponder my day's events, and to tell you that indeed, I cannot make this stuff up. Cannot.
These were the words that greeted me as my firstborn bounded through the door with one pant leg decidedly more eggy than the other. Grateful as I was that he was considerate enough to forewarn me before I tossed said pants into the washer, I couldn't help but be perplexed and amused. Bemused.
Doing math with the chickens? Were they teaching him? Were they employing some system of scratching and clucking to convey the basic principles of geometry that I have been struggling to get across? Furthermore, had they made progress? It's a new year, and with that I have resolved to delegate more items off my plate. So, if the girls had indeed made progress then I'm open to the prospects of them taking on that subject, notably not my strongest.
So, I sit procrastinating plucking eggshells from my boy's pocket to ponder my day's events, and to tell you that indeed, I cannot make this stuff up. Cannot.
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