HOW WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?

You're looking at me like I was hatched from an egg...

You are part egg too...

We both eat worms...

They call yours gummies that is kind of fruity...

Mine is more of an earthy flavor...

You speak and everyone goes deaf...

What did she say?

Then everyone tries to figure it out and then...

The look...

Time for a change...

Then all of a sudden...

The dishes become the favorite chore...

You get the part of the newspaper no one wants to touch again...

Everyone wants you on their finger and they think it's cute how I wrap people around mine...

How would you like your eggs?

Hugs...

sparrowsong