A couple of months ago, one of my students brought me some eggs that he got from his chickens. Delaney thought it was pretty neat to have brown eggs, which she called “farmer fresh” eggs. She was so disappointed when we ran out of those farmer fresh eggs. Luckily I have a friend who gets eggs from her sister in law. She happened to have some at home so I took Delaney around the corner from our house to pick up our farmer fresh eggs. Poor kid is going to be so confused!
I’m thinking a trip to the farm may be in order to get this little city girl straightened out on the life cycle of an egg!