The last time I visited my parents house, my mom dubbed Drew the "destroying angel," as he left a wake of emptied bookcases, dumped-out drawers and trash cans, and ripped up toilet paper in every room he entered. (but he does it sooo sweetly).  The situation is more under control at home, since we are a little more Drew-proofed.  However, I was putting away the groceries last week, only to come in and see my little angel systematically removing the eggs from the carton and throwing them on the ground.  Now, I usually buy two kinds of eggs: cheap-o, every-day eggs for baking, and higher quality** eggs for cooking.  What toddler would want sickly-looking pale yolked eggs for his ball games?  Certainly not mine.  But who can get mad at such a little angel?


**My measure of good eggs isn't based on whether they are organic or not.  I've bought several "organic" (i.e.Costco's organic eggs) varieties that are no better than your usual mass-produced eggs (same pale, sickly-looking yolks). My favorites aren't actually organic at all, just "farm-fresh."