Where Did My Egg Go?

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Where Did My Egg Go?

My niece and nephew (ages 8 and 5) were over last weekend.  Now, I love them to pieces, but those little boogers can get into so much rigmarole it ain't funny.  Case in point, I had a decorative egg on my nightstand.  It was a cute,  al beit an inexpensive knick knack, but hey, I liked it. 

Anyway, the little ones come over.  For some reason, they like going into my room, laying on my bed, and watching TV.  Not a problem.  Us grown folks are in the library putting up curtains, talking, and what not.  Ever so often, we hear tussling, someone's squeal, or laughter from the other room.  Therefore, one of the grownups would peep in on them every once in a while. 

I remember one kind of very big crash.  Papa Bear (my brother) went and checked it out.  And, of course, they were wrestling and knocked something off my nightstand.  When Pa Kettle came back into where us grown folks were, he said that they had knocked my clock off the nightstand - in a very I-set-them-straight kind of way, I might add.  I didn't think anymore about it until last night it dawned on me that my egg was gone.  I looked behind the bed and nightstand, under my chair, and all the crevices nearby. 

I thought to myself, did one of the kids pilfer my egg?  Sidebar:  My niece had a habit of the five finger discount when about pre-school age.  Could she have had a relapse?  What to do?  Yep, I called my brother and clearly stated that one of his little heathens took my egg and I wanted it back!  Was I wrong?  His response?  Laughter.  He doesn't take me seriously - thank God.  He did; however, ask the kids about my egg.  Denial.  Of course.  He said he hadn't noticed anything and we soon hung up.

Then another thought occurred - when my clock was knocked down, could the egg have been knocked over too?  And since my garbage can was sitting right in front of my nightstand, it could have fallen into the garbage, right?  And not knowing it was in there, I took the garbage out and dumped it.  Garbage was picked up Monday.

Mystery solved.

Now...where are my sunglasses?

 

 

 

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2 Comments

Where Did My Egg Go?

Sounds like...

something I would do! I love it. Thanks, I needed a laugh.

Where Did My Egg Go?

Thanks.

Te he...Thank you.

 
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