Today, during Audrey's nap time, the "big" kids were riding their bikes in the driveway while I worked on an art project in the garage. Eventually, they tired of riding their bikes, and decided they wanted to go in the backyard. I kept working on my project and they headed through the house to the back. It wasn't long before I heard the fridge alarm going off (beeping that let's you know the door isn't shut). I went in, shut the fridge door, and then continued through to the back to see what they were up too...
...Amos was playing with the weirdest yellow/orange substance and I had no idea what it was???? Then, I saw the cracking:
They'd taken the entire carton of eggs out of the fridge and into the backyard where they were cracking the eggs onto the concrete. And into the window well:
I probably should have stopped them, but the whole thing was so bizarre! Where in the world they got the idea to let loose on the eggs I have no idea?
When they finally saw me, Amos said, "Oh. Hi, mama," like it was the most natural thing in the world for them to be in the backyard smashing eggs.
I know I shouldn't be "proud," but when they got to the last two eggs, Amos had two and Maggie had none. Without hesitating, Amos handed over one of his eggs and they shared the smashing joy.