4.
He brings out 2 cartons of eggs from his back room. There were 20 of us in the class so there would be enough for everyone. He explains how we would be taking care of this egg as if it were our own child. For a whole week. The amount of nervous faces in the class was crazy. I don’t think any of us have any faith in ourselves. I know I’ll try to. And just in case we break our egg and try to replace it, he stamped each egg with a custom stamp. Hopefully my baby goes uncracked.
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