Okay - here is the situation - every year we make 100's of Peanut Butter, Butter Cream and Coconut Easter Eggs, it is just what we do....
And it is a long process that usually involves me finishing the storage and pack of the eggs the next day - hence leaving a host of eggs at the "ready" in the garage...
Last year we had issues with the one of the dwarfs touching them all. We had small finger prints in the fresh chocolate and no one would lay claim to them, so in my typical style I went dwarf by dwarf and held fingers up to the prints until I had a match --- Winner, Bashful.
Well this year the tale is the same - much work, many eggs and residual eggs hanging out in the garage. This morning at about 6:45 am I hear the screen door to the garage banging. It is important to say that there are no small people allowed up at our house on the weekends until 7am....
So grumbling I haul myself out of bed to figure out who and why they are up before the agreed upon time.
I come downstairs to see Happy, in the kitchen. "Good Morning Son... Do you know what time it is, he reads the time to me from the digital clock on the stove, 6:55" he says. Okay I ask him to repeat the rule to me about what time to get up. " It is almost 7 he says." To which I am thrilled to hear that he is capturing the essence of time telling. "yes, I agree it is almost 7, but the deal is you stay in bed until 7."
Now while I am making my coffee and chatting with Happy, I see that there is something on his lip. So I ask him what he was doing in the garage. "I was checking to see if we have more milk" "Did we?" I ask. "Yes" he says. What did you have for breakfast? You have food on your face. "Umm stammers Happy, Cereal? I had some cereal." Well the coffee pot is by the sink, so I glance in the sink --- I know this is going to shock you, but there is NO cereal bowl in the sink, No cereal containers out on the counter and no milk drippings on the table... so Happy DID NOT have cereal.
During this time he wipes away the evidence and now I don't know what was on his lips, but I have a hunch - so I ask him to come over to me and open his mouth. He wont open very wide, so I force his jaws open only to see that his back molars are filled with a dark substance.
So I say to the boy - were you eat ting Peanut butter eggs in the garage this morning??? NO he says.
I make him sit in a chair and re think his story, while I go fill in the Prince on the details... Shockingly enough Happy stands firm in his lie for over 30 minutes... and when he finally confesses that he ate the eggs in the garage, he is angry that he cant have what he wants to eat when he wants to ---
You know that funny thing about this is, if he had told the truth, I would not have been mad. Moreover, if he had asked for an egg, I would have let him eat one, because that is what I was thinking about when I came down for my morning cup of coffee... a delicious peanut butter egg and a hot cup of coffee for breakfast would be so delicious...
Needless to say Happy has no egg privileges today - maybe even tomorrow for lying and lying and lying some more about his sneaking eggs in the garage for breakfast this morning ----
Really you can't make this stuff up!
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