She was on the phone. “I’ll ask him if it’s necessary, he doesn’t eat hard-boiled eggs anyway. We may not be doing that this year. As long as the easter bunny stops by…” Sometime later that morning she posed the question not too worried about the answer. “We don’t have to color Easter Eggs, right. You don’t eat them anyway, then I’ll have all these hard-boiled eggs…” He looked surprised, “yes I want to color eggs.” “You do!” She had to concede. “OK.” The movie wasn’t over yet when he got an idea. “Let’s walk to the store and get eggs, we did that last time. They have to be the white ones.” As surprised as she was he’d even suggested they walk to the store there was something more important to be addressed first. “Yes” she said ” brown ones don’t color well at all, white ones are the best.” He agreed it was like they didn’t let the color stick to them. “But now, you’re going to interrupt the movie to go get eggs and color, this is the best part!” “We can watch it when we get back.” He got up and shut off the player and TV. “You never want to walk to the store! All the times I’ve asked you to come to the store…” “We can watch the best part, push buttons on the TV…” He had wanted to say it would keep until they got back but it didn’t come out right. He was only 7… Well, he’d be 8 in another month. “You must be serious about Easter Eggs.” “Yes.”
When they got back he wanted to play games on his iPad. “Oh no you don’t! After the movie finishes, it’s at the best part…” “It’s almost over…” “Yes, that’s the best part when they beat Donkey Kong. You can play after that!” He put the movie back on and she put the eggs in a pot to boil.
He was more than willing to stop playing the iPad to color eggs. It was as if he were on a mission. He had a plan. She had chosen six mugs, he put the color tabs in, she the tablespoon of white vinegar and then the 1/2 cup of water. All the accessories were assembled. “I’m going to give eggs to my friends.” ” That way I won’t have too many left here, I can keep a few to put in my salad, you can have some for you and mommy and give some away. Good idea.” He didn’t want to color one of them that’d been severely cracked during boiling. “OK, we’ll take this one out. Hey, Wait a minute!” She went to the fridge. “I have these left for my salads. You can color them too.” “They’re cold!” “Of course they are, they were in the refrigerator!” 13 eggs was the grand total. He mixed the colors together to make black before pouring them out to wash the cups. “You know your uncles, aunt and I used to pour a little bit of each color into one cup when there was only one egg left to make one black egg.” What she didn’t tell him was no matter how hard they’d tried all they ever got was a murky gray egg, good enough for them, which was called the goose egg for the easter egg hunts holding zero dollar value. Still, it was always fun to find the goose egg. In later years for their own children the goose egg became the 5-dollar prize. When they dried he chose the decorations he wanted giving one back to her. “This one’s for you.” “Thank-you! I’ll give you one then so you bring 8 home and I’ll keep 5. That will be plenty for salads.” Then there was that cracked one in the fridge… He decided to try one of the eggs that had a smaller crack but he noticed the egg had turned green. “How would you get green eggs and ham?” “With food coloring. Don’t worry you can eat that the color won’t hurt you.” He peeled the egg and took a bite. “Not much flavor.” “The flavor’s in the yolk.” He took another bite then removed the yolk. “What are you doing?” “I don’t like the yolk.” “The yolk has all the vitamins.” He was full from eating tuna and crackers so it didn’t distress him too much when she got a snack-sized baggie and told him to put everything in the bag. She’d turn it into egg salad, deviled egg, something.
Wait a minute.
That means seven. She should probably give him one more.