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Tuesday, April 13, 2004

See! No money.

At my mom's for Easter there are only 5 kids young enough to hunt for colored eggs. My mom, being the obsessive compulive perfectionist that she is, has exactly 11 plastic eggs, color-coded for each specific child. They get one plastic egg at the start to show them which color they are to seek. Emily is always pink of course, Isaac was purple I think, and Jacob was probably blue. The actual important part of my synopsis is that these plastic eggs all contain money. I like this much better than the candy-filled idea.

Now jump forward in the day to Memaw and Papa's house where Jenny and Laura hide some plastic eggs AND some traditional, painted, hard-boiled eggs.
Isaac is hunting for eggs and finds a couple plastic eggs, places them in his basket; then he runs across a hard-boiled egg, picks it up, looks at it funny, shakes it and sets it back down.

Papa tells him, "Isaac, pick it up, that's one - put it in your basket."

Isaac doesn't want to pick it up and wants to move on.

Papa insists, "Isaac, pick it back up and put it in your basket."

Isaac picks it up, puts both hands on the egg, struggles, sticks his fingers into the middle of the egg, tearing it in two pieces and holds them up instructionally and somewhat irritated at Papa's ignorance states, "SEE! No money!" and throws the two halves on the ground.

4/13/2004 08:02:00 AM by Todd Bacon 0 comments

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