The Chicken or the Egg....

First of all, Happy Easter! I hope you all got to spend the day the way you wanted to. We are hanging out at home today, playing with our plastic eggs and enjoying jelly beans. Well, most of us are...John had to get some work done today so he is at the office. I think he had to work last Easter too...just that time of year when things start to pick up a bit.

I got a better Easter picture this year....

The kids and I went to church while John got some work done at home and kept a close eye out for the Easter Bunny. It was a full house at church, as to be expected. Katie went up front for Pastor Nate's children's sermon. Today he was talking about what a surprise Easter blessings and the Resurrection are. Then he talked about coloring Easter eggs. First you have to cook them or they make a mess when you break them, but not all eggs are the same. He cracked a bunch in a bowl, looking for that one special egg. "Is it this one? No. How about this one? Nope." All the eggs broke just the same way. After cracking 3 in the bowl he quickly took one and cracked it over his teenage helpers head. This was quite a surprise to his assistant who jumped out of the way and was able to miss most of the mess. But the egg 'insides' had to land somewhere....

It was this Sunday that Katie chose to sit up close for the children's sermon.

Yep, you guessed it. Katie got an egg bath all over her head and her dress. Pastor Nate quickly cleaned off what he could and then grabbed his 'special' egg and cracked it over his adult helper's head. This one was full of glitter which he sprinkled on all the kids. He bent down to talk to Katie and commented on how nicely she was taking it and hoping her mom would take it as well as she did, although he thought he would have to owe her an apology.

This whole time I was laughing and gasping right along with everyone else in the congregation because I couldn't see who the little girl was that 'got the egg'. It wasn't until she stood up and walked down the aisle that I saw it was Katie. I whispered to the people behind me "Oh no - it was mine..." Katie was forcing smiles until she got to my side, then she broke out in tears. We went to the bathroom and cleaned up as best we could. After some jokes and laughs she decided it wasn't so bad. We agreed that if Pastor Nate decided to douse her with another egg, she would get to throw one at him. He thought that seemed fair too.

I guess that's why people wear hats on Easter Sunday.