Awkward Breakfast Conversation

Tom fried the kids some eggs this morning, The following conversation ensued....

Karah: "Where do eggs come from?"

Me: "The come from hens (lady chickens).

Karah: "No, I mean - the eggs we EAT - where do they come from?"

Me: "They come from the lady chickens"

Karah: "No - hens lay eggs that turn into chicks. Where do the eggs we EAT come from?"

Me: "They come from the same place - they are eggs that won't turn into baby chicks."

Karah: (concern and disgust swept over her face. The wheels were turning. I saw the internal struggle as she ran her fork across her plate. The loss of appetite was visible. She was shaken. Luckily she is just like her mama and excellent at denial......a smile crept on her face.....)

"Oh, I get it - they come and take the eggs to the factory where they are turned into the eggs we EAT and there's no chicks in it anymore."

....and then she polished off her egg.

I, however, will not be eating one in a very long time.

Karah is known for pointing out things like this at the most inopportune times. We were having pork tenderloin the other night and she said, "Are we eating a pig right now?" If we eat a burger she is sure to remind us we are eating a cow.

The hardest was when she asked me to explain hot dogs.

That is one place a parent need not go.