I took a hard boiled egg and rolled it on Lincoln's swollen eyelid.
Carter wanted to eat one so I have him a new egg. As he was eating it exclaimed: mama, there's a ball inside!
He wanted Lincoln to have an egg to eat too, but I said,
thank you, but no, these two are for rolling and nursing his eye. Next time.
Later Lincoln wanted to roll it himself when it cooled down and I left him for a moment. In that moment Carter tattled: mama, Lincoln is eating the egg!
I came over abs chastised Lincoln. He was so wounded, crying he said, Carter told me to eat it and then told on me!
Oh Carter. I asked Carter
Is that true?
And he said
Yeah (in his western style)
Corner time.
