The other day I picked up my son after work and started heading home. I remembered that I had something unusual in my pocket. I asked my son to guess what was in my pocket and told him he’d never get it. He named a few ordinary things and then suggested that maybe there really wasn’t anything. So I pulled it out but kept it concealed as much as possible.
He could see that there was something white and that I couldn’t close my hand around it. I don’t remember if he tried a few more guesses or just waited. So I put it in his hand before removing my hand so he could see what it was. An egg. Not something most people have in their coat pockets…
I wish I could have captured his expression and the way he looked at me. I was cracking up and couldn’t stop to explain. Finally he asked if it was a boiled egg and I said yes along with the explanation. At breakfast I was going to have two boiled eggs but only ended up eating one. I thought I’d eat the other later in the day as a snack but didn’t. So I decided to bring it home and happened to have it in my coat pocket when I picked him up.
What a laugh we had!!
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