This week I became a grandmother thanks to an Eighth-Grade school project. My eldest son is a parent for a week to a hard-boiled "baby" name Rex, who resides in a custom-made crib that befittingly resembles a T-Rex. The assignment of carrying around an egg-baby for a week is designed to teach middle-schoolers that parenthood is not all it's cracked-up to be. (Pun intended!). The ultimate purpose is to get the kids thinking about the consequences of S-E-X...
I am not sure how carrying around an Egg drives home this point. If anything it will help make the kids more careful in helping bring in the groceries from the car. I also might look at hard-boiled eggs in a new light.
Will eating Deviled-Eggs make Grannie a cannibal?
4 comments:
And it's a beautiful grand-egg too.
He's an adorable little guy :-)
The middle school kids here get a baby doll that has to be tended to when it cries. They have to take it with them everywhere and provide proper care. Either way... eggs or fake babies... I hope it's a lesson that ends up having a positive impact on the kids.
He (it is a he right?) has a lovely smile.
I say, risk the cannibalism label, deviled eggs are yummy ;)
Fantastic!
Pretty sure my son would have left his at school in his locker accidentally over winter break and returned to a rotten egg. Would have served him right, too..having his locker reek for the rest of the year!
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