The other day, Caroline and I were playing with the chickens and collecting eggs. As we were walking back into the house, I asked her if she wanted me to make her some scrambled eggs. She had this very hesitant look on her face and asked if I was going to use the eggs we had just collected. I told her, "Yes," and she made that face kids make when you try to make them eat broccoli.
Me: "What's wrong? You realize these eggs are not fertilized so we are not eating baby chickens, right?"
Caroline: "Yes, but it's just weird to me to eat these. They came from our chickens' butts!"
Me: "You realize ALL eggs come from chickens' butts, right? Even the ones in the stores.
Caroline: "Yeah, but we don't KNOW the other chickens."
Me: "Yes, but isn't it better that we know where ours come from and know how good our chickens are?"
Caroline: "Yes, but the ones in the store have all the extra added stuff in them."
Me: "And that is exactly why these taste so good and are better for us--they don't have all the extra preservatives and stuff in them and we know what our chickens have been eating."
Caroline: "Well, it's still just weird."
Me: "Maybe a little, but I'm hungry."