|Mag 62 photo prompt|
"Mom, where do eggs come from?" asked Timmy. "She told you, eggs come from chickens... remember at Grandpa's house. We went to the chicken coop and picked the eggs up from the nests." answered Shelly.
She continued to stand in front of the stove, a smile across her face. The toast popped up, she pulled the slices from the toaster and placed them on her own plate. Picking up the knife, she scooped some butter and began to spread it across the slices.
"Mom, where does bread come from?" asked Timmy. "She told you, bread comes from the wheat in the fields, you mix it up with the... mix it and put it in the oven." answered Shelly.
"So bread comes from the oven, like the meat does," chimed Timmy.
"No, not from the oven, it comes from the wheat fields... like the corn does. Remember the big ears of corn on the tall plants in the fields at Grandpa's house. You have to get this right, Timmy. Bread is wheat, it comes from the fields." Shelly instructed.
"Oh yeah, that's when Grandpa let me ride on the tractor with him... I like tractors. Mom, can I have my own tractor?..." asked Timmy.
Another wonderful photo prompt offered by Tess over at Magpie Tales. Sitting pondering it this morning while eating my toast and sipping coffee, I imagined hearing the above conversation between two young children sitting at the table eating their breakfast while Mom finished preparing her own. Come join the fun over at Magpie Tales and share your own inspiring take.