No eggs...?

Dear Nicky,

This morning, Shelby and I tried to give you some scrambled eggs, which you totally refused. You chipmunked in your cheeks and in the back of your mouth, then pushed them out with your tongue like one of those Play-Doh machines that extrudes shaped Play-Doh. You were really tired, though. After a brief nap and a snack, we went for a nice walk. When we came home, I was making your lunch when Edna arrived. You were so happy to see her. She tried to give you your lunch, without success, so I had to step in. Then you went for another nice walk, while I went to where else but Target. Upon my return you were napping. I went to Mickey D's for a greaseburger, then came home. You were awake and fussy, so Edna took you for another walk while I took a siesta. She played with you for a while, then it was dinner and to bed. I wish you'd eat some eggs.

Love,
Dad