I haven’t posted anything for a couple of weeks. I have had the flu; and I took the flu shot! Never do I remember feeling as badly as I have the last two weeks. I am ready for influenza to be outfluenza.
It’s close to Easter and Easter is a little early this year. A memory of my oldest son greeted me this morning.
We had been visiting at my former in-law’s one weekend nearing Easter and my son was about 3 years old. His gran told him to go to her kitchen. She had a surprise for him on the counter. In the center of the blue laminate was a bowl of brightly colored Easter eggs.
My then three year old looked shocked at what he saw.
“Mama,” he asked me, “did the Easter Bunny come to Gran’s house?”
“No,” I answered. ” The Easter Bunny hasn’t come early. Gran dyed these eggs herself.”
“Well, can I have one?”
“You need to go ask Gran,” I told him.
Down the short set of stairs he flew to the den where his grandparents were.
“Gran! Gran, can I have a dead egg?”
Dyed eggs/dead eggs. To a three year old they’re the same thing. My oldest loves this story and so do I.
Easter blessings from the Exile’s Kitchen.
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