Friday, April 10, 2009
No More Hard Boiled Eggs for Ellen
The debris radius extended another 6 feet beyond the borders of this image. Ellen has a a pretty decent throwing arm. She even got some onto the living room carpet.
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oh my.
That would be enough to make me swear off all hard boiled eggs for all my kids. I am realizing how easy I got off that Henry just cracked some eggs, but didn't unshell them.
Wow! I'm impressed! I don't think I could through remnants of anything that far!
did she actually consume any of the egg? that must have been a pain to clean up.
Mermaids, she suckered me. I gave her an egg and she ate it, with a reasonable and expected amount of mess, and asked for another one. I gave her a second one, and then I committed a cardinal sin: I left her unattended to help Adam set up his train set downstairs.
We know from experience that this kind of mess is among the hardest to clean up, tho' I mus'say Ellen's patience and attention to detail (in the thoroughness of her crumbling) are astounding.
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