Eggs...

Eggs are funny things aren't they? Some people love them other people, not so much. They can be prepared so many different ways, and whether you eat them or not chances are you love some of the sweet treats that include them in recipes.

I think about eggs this evening as it is Easter weekend and although this holiday is not just about the eggs (Jesus is the reason for the season, right?) we have our hands full of them. Kate and her Nana spent some quality time together this afternoon. Nana took Kate and showed her how to boil the eggs to prepare them for decorating later. There were 18...but then there was a casualty so we were down to 17. Although Kate was VERY upset about the loss, I told her it was Daddy's favorite number, so I believe it was OK in the end.

We later prepare the table for decorating and Kate is excited about the tie dye egg kit that she got. We pulled out the other items needed and "set up shop." Kenny decides he wants to join in the fun so we pull him up to the table. We all settle in to our places. Kate starts tie dyeing, and I hand Kenny a white crayon to draw on his first egg. He is very content, and very adamant that it gets put in "bue." (blue) He moves on to his second egg, and once again insists on it going into bue. Kate is still tie dyeing her first egg. Kenny moves on to his third egg and as one might expect he drops it. It gets a good size crack in it. We proceed to say, "uh oh" and "you need to be careful". As we do this he begins to smell the egg. He smiles and says "big plop". Kevin and I look at each other and start to laugh. Kenny refers to his bowel movements as big plops. So we giggle. He then says to the egg "no plop on the table... yucky," something about the bathroom and once again "yucky". "Gross!" We tell him to choose a color he once again says bue, we convince him to choose green since egg two is still in blue, and he leaves the table. We try to have Kenny back to help us, but he decides to go build with blocks instead.

Based on our evening  I am going to have to guess that Kenneth will not be an egg lover any time soon, especially since his egg took a big plop on the table.