My daughter can read in Polish. Therefore, it’s not the words on the label that threw her off this evening as she went grocery shopping with me.
But what happened was so cute. We were walking down the aisle while I was checking my grocery list. When we came where I needed to stop, my daughter giggled and asked, “What are those?!”
I looked at what drew such curious giggling from my daughter and began giggling on my own.
Glancing at her innocent, adorable face and said, “They’re eggs!”
“But they’re white,” she proclaimed.
“Why, yes they are. Yes, they are.”
Far, far away from the land famous for white eggs, aka America, white eggs here in Poland are a novelty not quite known how to be perceived.
I LOVE MY GAL!
And to top off the trip, she wore an ace bandage on her hand and wrapped her arm in her scarf like a sling.
She also threw on her high-heeled (for a 9-year-old) turquoise shoes with no socks. Believe me—it’s cold outside.
And off we went. To the grocery store together.
Where she, my precious Adelyne, discovered white eggs.
And where we, mother and daughter, both left with the giggles!