Terry and I were planning a day of "Grandma Camp" with our grandson.
Among the activities I suggested was a visit to a pick-your-own-vegetables farm that Terry and I had visited last year.
I looked forward to picking - and eating - tomatoes fresh off the vine.
I also remembered some exotic-looking free-range chickens wandering around.
Would they still be there?!
They were! Jericho enjoyed hanging out with them.
Then he found an egg - smaller than ones we buy at the grocery store. He took it over to give to the lady in charge.
You can have it, she said.
What can I do with it? he asked.
You can eat it, she replied.
He wasn't sure about that! He held on to it all the way home. A little crack eventually developed.
When we got home, we asked him what he wanted to do with his egg.
Tomorrow, I'll open it. If it's an egg, I'll eat it. If there's a little chicken inside, I won't.
Nice to see that he has figured out a plan!



























