Last week, while we were at my grandpa's house, the boys found some eggs.We told them to leave them alone and, for sure, not to break them.
Within 5 minutes, however, Henry's curiosity got the better of him--"I just really wanted to know what was inside of it."--and he ended up with egg down the side of him.
He was completely disgusted!
It was everywhere and he smelled horrible. I could barely stand near him long enough to help him try to wipe some of it off. It was bad!
I asked him if he wanted to take a picture by the broken egg, but, oddly enough, he didn't see the humor in that!
