Blood Wasn't Thicker Than Water All the Time

By six thirty in the morning, I had already finished cooking breakfast. But my stomach hurt so badly that I peeled a boiled egg and swallowed it just to ease the pain.

Half an hour later, right as I finished dressing my grandson, Finn Reynolds, my son Colin Reynolds exploded at me and told me to get out.

“Mom, you actually stole a pickled egg? If you can’t stop this filthy habit, then get out!”

I stammered, explaining that my stomach hurt, and I grabbed the wrong egg by accident, and that I’d replace it when I bought groceries later.