The eggs were cleaned, blow dried (What? Doesn’t everyone blow dry their eggs?) and being placed in the carton as we hurried to finish up before leaving for church. One pretty blue egg was left over so I delicately placed it into a carton for us to keep. I somehow managed to fumble the poor, pretty egg and it broke on the floor.
“Oh! It broke!” Said Miss Sunshine.
Pixie runs into the kitchen to see what happened. “Did you break it? Why did you do that?”
“Yea, why did you do that?” Her ever helpful Father teased. He had seen the whole thing.
“You did it on purpose?” asked Miss Sunshine.
“Why did you break it on purpose?” asked Pixie
Yes, I threw it on the floor in order to see our last, only remaining egg smashed. (The Hens really need to be getting busy out there! They been slacking.) My heart’s desire was that The Dog get it so I devised this deviant scheme and carried it out.
In the process of explaining that no, I had not broken it on purpose; The Boy enters the scene and proclaims, “You broke it on purpose?!”
Yes, there it is folks, the process of how rumors get started. I am now a purposeful Blue Egg Smasher. Beware.