The other day I took the kids to the bank, and as usual the tellers ooooohed and aaaahed over the kids (well, who wouldn’t? They’re adorable, but I might be a bit biased…). Ben wouldn’t smile, and I explained that he’s teething and pretty miserable. One of the tellers said, “Oh! You need to get a borrowed egg and put it in his underwear drawer!” The other teller said, “Do you mean a boiled egg?” “No! you go borrow an egg from someone, and put it in their clothes drawer. It helps with the pain. It worked for my niece.” Ah, ok then. I thanked her for her “help” and left. I chuckled to myself and thought, “Wow, well, I guess paganism isn’t dead after all!” Gotta love those tales old wives tell!