Don't Count Your Eggs...

So, if you know Lucas, you know he's really a pretty good kid and great at independent play. He's very creative and self-entertaining. He doesn't usually get into things (anymore) that he knows he shouldn't be into. Or so I thought.

I sat him down upstairs with a snack and figured he would be fine while I was downstairs *cough* watching Jeopardy *cough*. (Those coughs were real, by the way ;) I'm still sick.) Anyway, he came downstairs a little while later saying, "Egg, egg." I thought, "Cute, he thinks he wants an egg." He never really wants an egg. He will only actually eat them once in a while and only if they have ketchup on them - just like his Great Grandpa Holman :) Well, I went upstairs to see what he really wanted and found out he just wanted me to clean up the eggs...

He and a friend broke the other carton into his Moon Sand earlier while my visiting teacher was here. It was a bad luck day for eggs!