"Momma, is that CHICKEN growing on our back porch?" (Nope. Daffodils.)
"Are those dragon eggs in the fridge?" (I wanted to lie and say yes. But I just couldn't.)
"If I eat a duck egg the duck will climb out." (A sort of runny version of the duck will come out. Yes.)
So we went to the market to buy chicken, duck, and quail eggs.
We shook the eggs. We smelled them. We even lined them up on a plate for Dash's stuffed monkey. And we talked a lot about what would have become of them is they had been incubated just a bit longer.
And then we fried up one of each and ate them with lots of brown butter and parsley. We were surprised to find that all three tasted quite similar. And now Dash no longer assumes the egg on his plate is from a chicken. "Mama, is this be from a chicken, or a chocolate quail, or a duck, or a DRAGON? RARRRRRR!!!"