All he said was, "That poor chicken."
On the right, your average Large-sized chicken egg. On the left, well...
Having given birth to a 9 lb. 9 oz. baby myself almost 3 years ago, I empathize.
Clayton (in the bassinet) and the 5 lb. baby across the hall from us in the hospital.
I feel ya, momma chicken. At least you didn't have to have an episiotomy. I hope.
4 comments:
WOW!!!! scrambled eggs in the morning!!! LOL, that thing doesn't even fit in the egg carton...
I miss you right now. I wish we could come visit! :)
I used to feel bad for them... like going through labor every day...until I caught one laying once. It didn't look too bad (it's hard to see emotion on a chicken face, especially when you're looking at the other end). I decided it must just be like having a BM:)
WOWZAS! That is gonna be one tasty BIG egg!
Millie, that is hilarious! Probably the funniest thing that I've seen all day. But of course that isn't saying much, because my day has consisted of running in the cold rain, studying antidepressants/antipsychotics, and then taking a test on them.
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