Teeth

We are a little bit fixated on teeth. Here is Oona checking out the teeth of the bear that welcomes people to a shop on the main drag in Oakville. And here is Oona using the rubber resistance band to do"excises" with Nana. Oona counts with me and as I do my repetitions. 

This morning, for a about a half an hour, Oona  quietly, carefully, with great concentration, pealed two hard boiled eggs and nibbled until she had eaten all the white and left the yolk. At Omi's house in Kent last summer, she took an egg from the larder, shook it to her ear and asked, "a chick in dere?"  Sonja and I tried desperately to explain that a mother hen sits on the eggs to warm them and then the yolks turns into baby chicks.

 Our  early morning, leisurely peeling hard boiled eggs in peaceful bliss, was disrupted. Everyone got up, the phone rang, the doorbell rang, Kiefer cried a most persistent very loud cry, Sonja was in the shower and Allan yelled, "Innnngriiiiid, dooooo something!"

~I~