The Chicken And The Egg

I know its not an unknown fact that kids come up with some interesting conversations, complicated questions and fantastic one-liners.

Today Austin was quiet and contemplative as we made eggs and french toast for breakfast.

During our quiet morning he shattered my thoughts with this question:"How do people put shells on eggs?"

Me: Long Pause- while racking my brain in how to answer that one on a 3-year-old's level.

I tried to explain that chickens lay the egg, the egg is formed inside the chicken...meanwhile I can feel the warning bells going off that somehow this conversation will turn toward where babies come from.

Alas he just asked: "Why do chickens put shells on their eggs?"

Now, see I WAS going to say - the shells are there to protect the baby chicken.....this being said as I crack open an egg and started scrambling it....grrrrreat. Somewhere in there he got distracted and gave up on the egg question.

But seriously...where is the book that guides parents through those types of questions! Of course if you were on facebook..you may have seen Andrew's classic line of the day in which last Friday he reminded me that Monday we would celebrate Marvin K. Mooney day.

Yes, I giggled and then asked him if he meant...Martin Luther King Day. To which he gave me a sly smile and responded with, "oh yea..I knew that didn't sound right."

Gotta love it.

Fairies and Freckles

Yup. I have to claim them. They are mine and minus a very expensive procedure, I really can't get rid of them. The freckles are here to stay. It's a love- hate relationship I guess and after a short conversation with a friend about them ( and for some reason they like them). I must say, I am still not convinced I appreciate them You see, EVERYONE that says they are cute or give character...are ones who do NOT have them. I have yet to meet someone with a porcelain face that wishes they HAD the freckles...but would only be the first to admit they are cute on someone else.

However, they are here to stay so I can only embrace the following stanza from a poem by

by Joannda Riche ( for the full poem click on her name)

"I still have the mark on the end of my nose,

Footprints from the fairy's toes,

I think they're speckled

But some say they're freckled.

There was a fairy on my nose!

You may have heard it, it's gaining popularity due to its presence on an Ireland tourism commercial. I must admit it is a little endearing and gives a slight enchantment to what I would otherwise call a small imperfection ;)

BUT

then Natasha Bedingfield made even the imperfection stigma work in her song: Freckles

'cause a face without freckles is like a sky without stars
Why waste a second not loving who you are
Those little imperfections make you beautiful, lovable, valuable,
They show your personality inside your heart
Reflecting who you are

So...freckles it is.

Passion...

So, I am taking a break from working...or ok, procrastinating the start of my writing for the week and blogging BECAUSE...

As I was reading..(yes this is all a tangible and very important tool in my procrastination) I read through a passage that I happened to love. I tend to be a fast reader which has its advantages, but sometimes I miss some good stuff.

I am on my next novel "Dear John" by Nicholas Sparks and yes I will see the movie as soon as it comes out. But while reading there were a few short paragraphs I liked.

I'll set it up a lil for ya - yes typical...boy meets girl..talking and whaddya know...they are on the beach. She is asking him a million questions and he is answering her rambling inquiries.

After asking about his dad, the conversation followed:

"He sounds interesting...I've always loved people who have this... passion for life."

"It's a passion for coins, not life,"I corrected her.

"It's the same thing. Passion is passion. It's the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn't matter where it's directed." She shuffled her feet in the sand. "Well, most of the time anyway. I'm not talking about vices here."

"Like you and caffeine."

She smiled, flashing the small gap between her two front teeth. "Exactly. It can be coins or sports or politics or horses or music or faith...the saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary because there is nothing to make it last. I'd love to hear your dad talk about his coins, because that is when you see a person at his best. I've found that someone else's happiness is usually infectious." - Nicholas Sparks, "Dear John"

Yup. loved it. re-wrote it. now back to reading..er..i mean working :)