I told him he could bring home all the eggs he gathered to share with his family, and he looked at me with a confused, quizzical expression. "Well, I don't think we can have chickens at our house." I asked what he meant, and discovered that he thought each of those eggs contained a fully formed baby chick. It was really freaking him out that I was telling him he could bring these eggs home to eat! Indeed, who wants baby chicks for breakfast? I decided to leave the birds and bees discussion to his parents (along with the larger philosophical discussion about veganism) but we had a nice talk about the similarities--and a few of the true differences--between eggs from the store and eggs from a farm like ours.
As we said our goodbyes, our new friend said to me, "I really had a fun time. There's just something about being on a farm, ya know?" Oh yes. There is just something about being on a farm. It changes ya, I'd say.