One afternoon this week I sent the crazy girls out to the backyard to burn off some energy. The chickens were ranging around and of course the girls wanted to check for eggs. Turns out, one of the chickens was in the process of laying, and the girls watched the whole thing. Far from squeeking them out, the girls were fascinated. I asked Stella about it this morning, not quite believing they had actually seen the process. But her answer cleared all that up for me.

“Stella”, I said while putting away the mornings eggs, “Did you see Peep lay an egg yesterday?”

“Oh yes, mama!” she replied. “It came out here,” (pointing to her backside), “and went all the way down to the nest box!”(moving her hands down her back and ending them on the floor behind her).

Yup. They know where eggs come from.

Stella: No–I’m a MAR-ball. (Marble)

The things they can say these days.