Tonight after dinner my daughter, who we call the bean and I went to give our ladies (the chickens) some treats before bed. We have watched the ladies grow from 6 day old chicks together, and were hoping to get fresh eggs at any time. Today was the day!! Tonight, together we found our first egg! We were so excited, and the Bean very carefully, and gently carried the egg from the coop to the kitchen to show mommy and brother. Mommy was really excited too! (brother was napping in the baby carrier)
Oh to take a picture of the Bean holding our first egg - her first egg, only I dropped it. I did not drop the egg, I did not use my words.
The Bean was gently and carefully holding the egg with both hands surrounding it. I was holding the camera. Mommy said to the bean" don't hold it by your face" - referring to the egg. Without using my words, but a simple opening of my hand I dropped it. The words I wanted to convey were "open your hand, so we can take a picture of the egg." The words my daughter heard, through my lack of using my voice were " Alright bean, give me the egg." This first egg, with it's slight blue tint rolled out of her hands; as she was giving it to me. This daddy realized too late I had just instructed my daughter to drop the very thing she was soooo excited about, and I wasn't ready to catch it.
So, that in an egg shell is why I am here. The Daddy Man is embarking on a quest to vocalize. To use words first, and never be sorry for the things I didn't say. Welcome to my journey, thanks for listening.
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