Since Thing One has started Kindergarten, she's become a professional peer pressure-er. The other day, she was trying to get my Marshmallow Peep-hating BF to "just tryyyyy"" one of her peeps. She was not taking no for an answer, and taking a page from my book was harassing him to at least take a small bite because you know, you don't know you don't like it unless you try it. As she tore off a tiny bit of the tip beak, she said "C'mon. All you have to try is the egg tooth"

For those of you who aren't bird dorks:

–noun
a small calcareous prominence at the tip of the beak or upper jaw of an embryonic bird, used to break through the eggshell at hatching.

And yes, she totally knew what an egg tooth was.