Grace: “Mom, did you always want an egg inside of you that was a little girl?”
Mom: “Yes, Grace.”
Grace: “When I was an egg and my brothers were eggs and I was the last egg, did my brothers fight with me when they were in their eggs, and that’s why I took so long to come out because I was MAD at them?”
Mom: “Hmm….that’s one way of looking at it.”
Grace: “Girl eggs are just easier to love.”
