So one day, Nathan was being pretty quiet as Paul and I relaxed together in the living room. Suddenly, Nathan burst into the living room, beaming from ear to ear, his happy little feet pounding on the floor, reverberating enthusiastically throughout the house.

“Mommy! Daddy!” he hollered. “The egg! The egg, it hatched!” Paul and I exchanged wary glances as we knew some sort of mischief must have occurred. I strode into the kitchen to discover what Nathan was talking about. Sure enough, an egg had “hatched.” With Nathan’s help, of course.

And see that napkin on the floor? Nathan had even tried to clean up his mess. Oh, my sweet little boy.

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