Weird egg.

Is this weird?

I picked up a few things at the grocery today to bring home after work. I shoved the heavy bags on the floor of the car and then pondered what to do with the eggs.

Ok, hold on. I don’t usually do the shopping, and when I do, I’m usually not alone, so I never really come to the point where I have no one to hold the eggs in the car on the way home. This was a new quandary for me, here in my late 20’s: What does one do with the eggs when one is alone?

I’ll admit; at first I did something pretty dumb. I put them in the backseat with the seatbelt across the cardboard carton’s little chest. Then I stood back and laughed at myself. Not in a friendly way, but in a mean, schoolyard-bully way.

Then I thought, what’s that big car seat for if not to protect our delicate hatchlings?

And so you have it. My eggs settled in the safety of Evenflow’s mighty wings and all twelve arrived in my fridge safe and uncracked.

Maybe doing up the seat belt was a bit much though.

Also, it didn’t stop them from being boiled soon after.