Me: "huh? What's a straight egg?"
Finn: "You know, a flat egg" he says, demonstrating with his hands smashed together.
Apparently John made them "over-easy" eggs for breakfast. And Calvin did not like them.
Finn clarified: "Calvin does not like flat eggs. He likes the bumpy kind that are 6 inches tall". He was referring to the scrambled variety.
As for me, I'm not sick just yet--oh the sense of impending doom. I worked all weekend frantically finishing a gift for dearest baby Jo(Congrats to Josh and Jessi on the birth of their new daughter Josephine Ann!). I finished tonight, so now I can get sick:)
So I've been doing laundry round the clock, due to the flu... I'm beat cuz Ollie has been waking up every hour or so at night. Off to bed I go, and hopefully things look up tomorrow.
John teaches high school tomorrow but does not have to teach his college class, due to Ceser Chavez Day--So, LONG LIVE CESER CHAVEZ!! I hear Ollie crying again...