It was Jude's Easter party day. When he came home he had a basket full of candy-filled plastic eggs. He was well behaved today as well (even after we had to let him down easy about his Easter party day not being the same thing as his birthday), so instead of going with me to the grocery store while Karenna had ballet, he asked if he could spend time at his grandparents' house. I called them up, dropped him off and went shopping on my own.
When I picked him up, it was nearly bed time. He threw a bit of a tantrum about leaving and a bit of another one when he found out that upon going home there would be no time to watch one of his movies.
"But tomorrow," I told him, trying to offer a consolation, "we get to color your Easter eggs."
"No," he said, extremely agitated, "You will ruin them!"
"Oh, no, sweetie. Don't you remember the Easter egg colors and stickers I showed you? With the Hulk stickers and the colored water you dip your eggs into?"
"No, Mommy! You can't put my eggs in that. It will be a disaster. I am telling you. Believe me. That's disgusting."
I was pretty sure he was near tears or a toddler breakdown of some sort. Then something occurred to me...
"Jude... when I say 'color your Easter eggs', I don't mean your eggs that you got from your party. They are already colored. We are going to take the white eggs I just bought at the store and color them."
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