Sunday Evening, 7:30 p.m.
“Mom, can we decorate our eggs now?”
“Not yet. I’ll hard boil the eggs right now and we can do it tomorrow night.”
Head goes down in dejection.
Monday Evening, 5:35 p.m. (shortly after arriving home)
“Mom, can we decorate our eggs now?”
“After I change and we finish supper.”
Head goes down in dejection.
6:37 p.m.
“Mom, can we decorate our eggs now?”
“After dishes are cleaned up. Hey, where are you going? You can help!”
6:45 p.m.
The egg decorating begins…Everyone is happy…
“I want black!”
“Sorry, no black, Cole.”
Alex attempts to avoid multi-colored fingers. Cole doesn’t mind the variety.
“Cole! You already dyed your eggs. Those are mine!”
Happiness begins to wane. Pouting. Begging. Begging. Just one more egg. For goodness sakes Alex, let him have the last one. A small pout from Alex. A big smile from Cole. I tickle Alex. She smiles too.
Brilliantly-colored eggs with hearts from Alex.
Dark (not black) eggs with bats from Cole.
Only one dropped egg! Cole eats it immediately. What? You like them this year? Except for the mold around the yolk? That’s not mold, really. You want another? Let’s wait a little while. Two digested hard boiled eggs make for a long night.
Alex , like the polite lady she is, saves her egg for later.
7:23 p.m.
Now off to watch either baseball or pre-game basketball. With any luck, we won’t be smelling any egg farts tonight.
1 comment:
Rice Krispie treat eggs, saw them on tv....no gas worries!
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