On our walk home from the school bus this afternoon I spied a small light blue egg shell by the side of the road. It was really only half a shell and it led to the following discussion.
carter: If we find a whole egg can we keep it until something hatches out of it?
me: Well, if the egg is whole and not in a nest, I am not sure if anything would hatch out of it. Baby birds in their egg need their mammas or papas to sit on it, and turn it, and keep it warm and safe.
carter: You could sit on it. He looks at me. Welllll, maybe not. Gee thanks, kid!
cody: If we only had hens then it would be scrambled eggs but if we had a rooster and hens then there would be a baby chick inside.
me: Oh dear, where is this conversation going to go?
cody: Roosters are boy chickens. What are girl chickens again?
cody: What does the hen need from the rooster so there is a chick in the egg?
me: Being vague and hoping the neighbors are not in earshot, The rooster fertilizes the egg while it is still in the hen.
carter: And then the hen pops the egg out of her booty!
By this time we have made it down our driveway and into our front lawn where the boys get distracted by the stomp rockets they left up on our new play structure fort. Backpacks go flinging and my words, is that where your backpacks are suppose to go? fall on deaf ears.
So Carter gets the last word on chickens, egg fertilization, and egg laying. And that word was booty. Sigh…