these are chicken eggs
These are chicken eggs?
My husband stared at me.
“I thought so.”
They look different.
“I got them at the store.”
With that endorsement, I cracked one.
A tiny dancing dino whirled onto the table and stopped at the sugar bowl.
“SUGAR!” she yelled.
I stared at my husband.
“You want to open the next one?”
He left the room, fearful now as there were two women in the kitchen.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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