orange eggs, no ham

For some reason, Sage decided at lunch today that it would be fun to dip her boiled egg in her orange juice. I tried to stop her, but she gave me one of her most forbidding looks, saying, "No, Mommy." Well, Dean and I believe in letting her experiment and experience things, so I let her be. She seemed to vastly enjoy herself until she was about halfway through eating her citrus-soaked treat. Then she frowned again, looked critically at the egg on the end of her fork, and put it back down on her plate, explaining, somewhat reproachfully, "It's yucky, Mommy."

I rolled my eyes. She thought that was terribly funny, and went around copying it for some time.