Our youngest is responsible for letting our chickens out of the coop every morning, checking that they have fresh water and perhaps a bit of corn or something from the garden, and tucking them up again at night. He also tries to remember to check the coop for eggs.
One morning recently I could hear a funny knocking at the mudroom door, and found youngest son with his hands full of eggs. “I forgot the basket”, he said. “Quick, I’ve got eggs balanced on my feet in my boots too, and I’m trying not to break them as I walk!” Amazingly, not a single egg was broken.
It was time to head off for school and, pressed for time, he did the only thing that made sense to him – he tucked the eggs into my gardening shoes until I could deal with them after the run to school.