PretHENding

Tonight for FHE we decided to make brownies for desert. So, with a kid on each side standing on their own stools, we began reading the ingredients together. The boys took turns adding the water, the oil, the mix, and the syrup (I'm a firm believer in brownies made from the box). We came to the point of adding eggs. I usually tell them that the eggs are a "mommy job" because I don't want to deal with the messes, wasted eggs and eggshells in my food. But tonight I was feeling especially generous and compassionate so I decided that I would let them do the eggs, with a little help. I allowed them each to pick an egg from the carton and carefully hold it with two hands. As Search and I carefully crack the egg on the side of the bowl and dump it in, I hear another crack from my other side. I look over to see Destroy squatting on his stool and ask him where his egg is. He stands up and points to a squashed egg mess on the stool between his legs. I wordlessly gaze at him and try to understand. Why did my child just crack an egg on a stool under his legs? His reply? He was pretending to be a hen and sit on his egg. Good thing he's a little boy and not a hen!