We all know that one bird in the hand is worth two in the bush but did you ever wonder how they got around? Or which came first…the bird or the egg?
This post will answer both of these questions in the way only a 3 year old can muster.
Today, trying to see the bird on her dress, upside down and backwards, Emma said;
I can’t see it Mommy?!
It’s right there. There are his eyes, his legs, his head, and his beak…do you see it now?
Yep…but where are his flaps?
With that, let’s move on to the question of origins and the relationship between predator and prey.
I think this evening we proved that the egg definitely came first and that the bird should be quite happy that 3 year old mermaids weren’t around on Easter when the egg was first laid because otherwise the bird wouldn’t have made it.
As proof, Emma and Abby had an Easter-Egg-dying-fest that was more like a feeding frenzy. Did I say mermaid before? Let us update this image to suit the circumstance, shall we?.
Get in your mind some cute little round fluffy…sharks! just moseying along, giggling and chewing on some licorice. There are perfect little blond twisps of hair flying about…and then some fool chums the water with this
“Easter Eggs!”
Now watch their behavior change, they make ever-tightening circles, they briefly dash madly about bumping off of things nearby to get their bearings and then, once they have zeroed in on the pungent smell of egg dye — they sense their prey is near; it is afraid — they pounce, without mercy.
After that; a confusing flurry, a bloodbath, all in the brightest blood you will ever see.
It is not for the faint of heart.
Three dozen eggs; colored, cracked, dyed, and stacked, in 15 minutes and 20 seconds…flat.
I know because my camera (time stamp range) tells me so.
For you non-math types out there (I include myself) that comes to a rate of 2.35 eggs per minute.
Don’t be fooled, these sharks are craft; this is the last thing you see before you dye.
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