Imagine, one car, one small boy climbing in and out of it, one concrete ledge. the result, one egg, large, immediate and incredibly gross and scary. We zoomed off to the doctor, me, Smith and a lollipop, when we got there maybe it was the fast drive, the sugar from the lollipop or the adrenaline rush from an outing on a Friday at 5.30pm but Smith was bouncing off the walls literally, standing jumping in the middle of the waiting room, and generally just doing cute things. Absolutely no problems apart from the mothers guilt of not watching him close enough (I was vacuuming the car while he was playing). We did have the foresight to take a photo of the egg and clean the disgusting nappy he was wearing before our emergency trip.
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