Chicks, man

Sam's wonderful, patient teacher let her first-graders raise chicks this spring.  They incubated the eggs, counted down the days, watched them change (through the shell!) and eventually hatch into fluffy chicks of all sizes and colors.  She offered the kids a chance to chick-sit at night and over the weekends if they wanted.  I signed up for a weekend thinking that one night was not enough.  I want to play with the chicks!  I want pictures!  It will go by too fast!

Wrong.

All in all, it wasn't too terribly bad keeping them for a whole weekend, but like Brian said, "It's been fun, but I won't be sad when Monday comes!"  Lots of peep-peep-peeping.  Lots of neighborhood kids coming over, wanting to hold them, arguing over what to name them, etc.  But it was a good experience for both Sam and Evie.  Sam was not afraid to hold the chicks, and was very protective of them.  He knew their personalities, too - which one liked to be held, which one was afraid, which one was most likely to try to escape.  And Evie did a good job petting them gently.  She was cautious, but curious.

Soon after we returned the chicks to Ms. Torres' classroom, they were sent to "live on a farm", ahem.  So glad we have these pictures to remember them by!