A student I teach lives on a farm and brought me in eggs today. After having a week off while camping, he returned today, ready to be back in the swing of things. He was trying to balance everything as he came in, including half a dozen eggs from his farm. I was so excited to see him, I crouched down, and said to him, “Are these for me?”. He leant in, gave me a cuddle and said,
“Yes, Miss Rainbow. I collected them myself. Then I washed all of the poo off them for you.”
So generous and kind.
The eggs are in the oven now, as part of an orange and almond cake for lunches, minus the poo.