It’s the time of year again for Home Visits, where I go to all the students’ homes to visit with the children and their parents about what to expect the coming year. The children and I look over the daily schedule and then I tell them that basically I am no fun, since they have to leave toys at home. They seem to accept it pretty well. (The ones who are going to try to sneak toys in anyway will do so, but they don’t know that I have Envelopes. Envelopes = Toy Jail.)
Then I take their picture to put on their cubby. This year it’s been fun because I’ve also taken photos with the iPad, so at each visit I can show the child the other kids in the class. It’s been fun.
The very best part of the visit is that if they have a garden, I will most likely leave with something delicious. Tonight I received a beautiful tomato that will be tomorrow’s BLT. Last night was a first, though – an egg from Zane’s chickens. It’s pretty cool to hold an egg warm from the bird, but I’m a little afraid to crack it open. What if there’s a tiny bird in there and it puts me off eggs forever? I love breakfast too much to risk it.
I guess I’ll have to practice my candling skills, huh?
Brad says
Cool! Maybe at one of your visits, they’ll give you a kitten!
Peggy says
Wow….it’s like you’re Dr. Baker from The Little House!
And maybe hard boiling that egg would be a good option. If you eat anything crunchy….just assume it was a piece of the shell.
Kristi says
Farm eggs are the best -- baby chick or no baby chick.
Deborah says
I would have to disagree. If there’s a baby chick, I would have to argue that it would not be the best.
Kristi says
Would you rather have a baby kitten or a baby chick?
Lauren says
How about a baby kitten that came out of an egg? I’d pay to see that.