Mom and I were baking with the kids the other day. Emma opens the carton of eggs, takes one out, cracks it, and nicely dumps it in the bowl.
(You can totally see where this is going)
Jack picks up an egg, looks it over, turns it around, is now bored and casually throws it over his shoulder onto the tile floor. As I'm cleaning up the first egg, he picks up another one, looks it over, "nope, no different, not interesting" and casually throws it over his shoulder where it also lands on the floor.
I do, at this point, put away the eggs.
But what's funny is that as soon as he let go of the egg, it no longer existed in Jack's world. He didn't look behind him to see where it landed. He didn't seem curious about the crack/splat sound it made on the floor or even look behind him to see what mom was cursing about. Just, "oh, not that interesting, I think I'll move on to the next one..."
I guess that's what makes it funny. If he had thrown it down and laughed at the splat and started to do it again... well, we'll probably be on to that next year. When he's three.
