A Wooden Egg Named Smith

It actually doesn’t have a name, and there are actually two wooden eggs in circulation around our house, and Boyd is obsessed with both of them.  They were originally purchased to encourage our hens to make use of all four of our nesting boxes instead of crowding and bawking for the preferred top right stall, but it hasn’t really worked and Boyd happened upon them while exploring the chicken run.  He’s carried them all over the house (in my “bootiful bag” - a little purse with a llama embroidered on one side), and occasionally he’s even willing to share, offering to let me crack his eggs with the others for breakfast, letting me hold the bag, and putting his egg-clutching hand in mine last night as he was falling back asleep at 3 am, having woken in a panic after it rolled from his grasp.

Kids are so funny about things.  Obsessive about certain toys or clothes or ideas that overtake them seemingly on a whim.  Bruce and Loxley used to be totally fine using the bathroom by themselves, but after some exposure to ghost-lore around Halloween time last year (and not anything PG, either - I’m pretty sure it was a Halloween episode of The Magic Schoolbus) they are terrified of going to the bathroom by themselves and require somebody’s presence right outside the door.  It’s not usually too much trouble; since they have the same fears they agree to be each other’s emotional support animal, and Boyd is usually a willing backup, excited to be invited anywhere by his idols.  In addition to companionship, Bruce also has to take down the towels in the bathroom to be at ease enough to do his business, and these slain ghosts make it into the laundry pile more often than I would prefer, but these days I am really just thrilled with one less bum to wipe, so I let it slide.

If I had to name Stanton’s greatest obsession, I would probably say flossing, and in this we are complete opposites.  I am a dedicated brusher, but I probably only floss a single handful of times per year.  Stanton, on the other hand, has been known to carry single-use floss packs in his ultra-minimalist wallet, putting them right up there with his driver’s license and the Costco Card.  And my obsession… let’s be honest, there are too many to count.  Tidying, food, my daily workout (as lame as it may be), and the Tuttle Twins are probably at the top of the list right now.  (And if you haven’t checked out Tuttle Twins yet, then I don’t know what else I can do to persuade you. It’s fine, I’m confident enough in my obsession to enjoy it alone.)

That’s all for now.  May your week be filled with naturally fermented foods, uplifting island music, and some socks that make you happy.

-KK