Putting all our eggs in one basket

I had to run to Target today because we were out of milk.  A family with three small children and a baby in the parents' arms was walking in the door just ahead of me, and the three ambulatory kids were running ahead of their parents, talking about who was going to be the last one in and, thus, the "rotten egg."

It reminded me of about three years ago.  We were leaving our favorite pizza restaurant, and Tommy was trying to motivate the kids to get in the car quickly so he said that 'last one in is a rotten egg.'  Well, Eric raced for the car, climbed in ahead of Faith, and cheered, "I'm the rockin' egg!"

So in our family, the first one in is the rockin' egg.