Sometimes I teach the kids things that I may have been better off waiting and having them learn from their peers.
For example, since trying to get my kids out the door equates rushing two (easily distracted) slugs, I'm always thinking up new ways to encourage them to get a move on. Once I let the age-old phrase, "The last one there is a rotten egg!" slip out while trying to get everyone to the car.
This phrase was fascinating to them, especially after they insisted I explain what a rotten egg was.
So of course, now whenever I'm the last to get anywhere, I'm the rotten egg.
Chicken has taken this to a whole new level and proudly proclaims that in addition to me being the rotten egg, he's a "fwess (fresh) egg".
I hear about this often for something as simple as getting to the dinner table or getting down the stairs. "Last one there is a rotten egg," I hear, as they are already two steps away from their destination. "YOU are a rotten egg, Mom!! We are fwess eggs! We're da fwess ones, you're da rotten one!! AH ha ha HA HAAA HAAA. Nah nah naaah." Accompanied with a little dance.
The only person I can blame for this is myself.
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
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