The Chicken or the Egg?

My cousin S that lives next door to my mom has taken on the occupation of chicken farmer. Actually he only has 3 chickens, but they are quite busy, laying 2-3 eggs per day. My kids love going down and looking at the chickens and seeing if there are any eggs in the chicken coup. Last weekend my mom was in charge of feeding the chickens. In payment for her duties, my cousin S told her to keep any of the eggs the chicken lay. On Saturday S, E, and M went with my mom to gather the eggs and feed the chickens. Luckily there were 3 eggs and my sweet mom of course let each of the kids have one to bring home. (I am retelling this story as my mom told me, I did not get to hear this cute conversation) Saturday afternoon my mom brought the kids back to our house. On the way home M sat in the back seat carefully guarding the 3 eggs that she and her brother and sister were allowed to bring home. My mom noticed that she was being very quite and leaning her ear toward the basket where the eggs were. Finally M spoke and told my mom "I can't hear them, I can't hear them" My mom asked M, "what can't you hear?" M promptly replied. "The baby chickens, I can't hear them" She thought there were tiny baby chickens alive in the eggs. Not wanting to ruin M's excitement, my mom was not sure what to say. She finally told her that there were not baby chickens in the eggs, just the yellow stuff inside like you eat. I am not sure M was too convinced. Tonight we ate those brown eggs that the kids brought home. I was not sure how M would take eating the eggs. I was hoping this little farm lesson would not hit too close to home--she really loves to eat eggs-- She actually helped me crack her egg and was finally convinced that there was no baby chicken in the egg--just the yellow stuff we eat. Ok, technically there are "baby chickens" in the eggs, but for right now, just to keep it simple; the yellow stuff inside the eggs have nothing to do with those cute baby chickens M was so concerned about!