sunny side up or over easy?
This is how my third-grader's mind works:
One afternoon last week I walked down to meet Boy9 at school. He's usually pretty quiet after a hard day of using the ol' noggin so we don't talk much in the 7 minutes it takes us to get home, but last week was different.
Boy9: Mummy, now I'm REALLY glad that I'm a boy.
Me: You are? How come?
Boy9: Well, you know we're learning all that where babies come from stuff in school right now? We saw a movie today. And now I know all about the blood...and... the eggs...and I'm just happy I'm not a girl.
Me: Well, being a girl isn't all that bad.
Boy9: But...just how big are those eggs? Can you SEE them?
Me: Oh no, they're very small.
Boy9: Phew! Because I was thinking they were like thiiiis big. [holds hands about 8 inches apart]