The Easter Egg Story

Okay, by popular demand (aka my sister’s nagging - luv ya sis - really!) I’ll share the Easter Egg Story.

We had my mom and dad (aka Re & Pop) in town for Easter as well as Olga’s sister from Venezuela, so we decided to go to the bilingual church so that Helena could keep up with the Easter message (it was translated so that Re & Pop could keep up, but they’ve heard it before anyway).

I took Cesar to his class so that he could enjoy Sunday School.

The service was really good. They had a great choir that was very energetic and celabratory (a must for an Easter service). While the songs were in a mix of English and Spanish most of them were tunes that at least Re & Pop could recognize and might even be able to sing along with in English.

After the service, I went to pick up Cesar. As usual he had a handful of stuff to cart home. The handout with the Bible Story, a chocolate bunny (yippee!) and an Easter egg that they had made in class. As I took it, the teacher told me, “That’s a real egg” which I could already tell. I just made the assumption that it was a hard-boiled egg. (You can already see it coming can’t you?) So, I said thank you and proceeded to cart Cesar’s armload of stuff down the hall while herding the young one.

At some point in the hall, I decided to put the egg in my pocket to free up a hand for herding (after all he’s a four-year old boy, he takes a lot of herding. I immediately forgot about the egg… It’s hard-boiled right? It’ll be safe in my pocket.

So I took Cesar to the bathroom and commenced herding the family to the car. I got Cesar and everybody situated then got in the driver’s seat and started for home. Well we didn’t even get out of the parking lot before I feel something on my leg. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled it out wet, sticky, and yellow!!!!! The Sunday School teacher had given a class of three and four-year olds raw eggs to decorate.

I don’t know about you, but ever since I was a kid, I had never seen a raw easter egg. They’re  always
boiled. I was pretty upset since I had ruined my only suit slacks with a raw egg.

After all who in their right mind gives a four-year old boy a raw Easter egg? I’ve come to the conclusion that the answer to that question is “Nobody! Nobody in their right mind anyway!”

So there you go, enjoy yourself at my expense, it’s the greatest story never told… until now.
Kevin Harris