And since we were moving to a place with a garden, I was convinced that we were getting a couple of these fluffy things....
The plot thickens. So no chickens, and Mum has eaten the egg.
Dad said we have to wait now. Mum said we have to wait and see if the egg grows into something special. I wonder what it might be.
I don't like waiting but it must be worse for Mum and Dad. Mum said that it's very hard to wait, especially when it's something you have no control over. She says you feel really helpless, wanting to be positive but scared to be too hopeful. And you worry about everything and then worry that you're worrying too much!
Whatever it is that this egg is supposed to grow into, I really hope it does, because I know how much my Mum and Dad want it.
Maybe it's a frog? They grow from eggs don't they?