Aerosault eggs, coming soon!
“Oh, shoot!” exclaimed my husband, Anthony, as he strapped our youngest son to his back on a recent shopping trip. “Did you bring Littler J’s allergy bag?”
“Dang it, no,” I replied. We’ve been careful to carry this bag with us everywhere since discovering Littler J’s egg allergy many months ago, but had forgotten it this particular morning.
I laughed at Anthony’s follow-up reply.
“Why are you laughing?” asked my six-year-old, Li’l D.
“Because he said, ‘It’s not as if there’s assault eggs at the farmers market!’ It brought a really funny image to my mind.”
Anthony himself started laughing. “That’s not what I said!” he corrected. “I said, ‘It’s not as if there’s aerosol eggs at the farmers market.'”
I started laughing even harder.
“What’s that mean?” asked a bemused Li’l D.
I kept chuckling as I defined it for him before concluding, “That’s still a pretty fun image!”