Master Four had dyed eggs at pre-school, the first time ever. He proudly brought one of his creations home, insisting that we wait till Easter was over before he ate it.
So then I gave it to him as part of his afternoon tea. To make sure he knew it was “his” egg, I left the shell on. I didn’t think about the fact I’d never given him a boiled egg without shelling it first.
A moment later I heard a crunching sound, and looked up to see that he’d taken a big bite – shell and all!
“It’s really nice, Mummy,” he said, gamely crunching his mouthful.
I gently explained, he spit out as much shell as he could, and we peeled the rest of the egg before he ate it.
Posted by BellaB, 14th April 2015