Sneaky, really??

I am in the middle of trying to pack for our upcoming cruise, so I guess I am not doing a very good job at watching my child today. I put on a cartoon as usual so I could take a quick shower. Everything seemed normal while I was getting dressed, or so I thought. I heard the refrigerator door open and close, then I heard little feet running. I called to Hannah to see what in the world she was running with. Of course I was answered with silence. I put a shirt on and went to find her. She was in the middle of trying to hide a carton of eggs. I said, " What are you doing with eggs in your room?" she replied "I want to eat them, but the colors are all gone." I had to think for a second before I figured out what she was talking about.
Let me take you back to Easter....
We died eggs for the first time this year and she had a great time doing that. Mom sent us home with the hard boiled eggs because Clint is the only person we know that likes them. When we got home Clint showed her that you could actually eat the eggs we died and let her try one. To my surprise she loved it! Yuck, I think I would be hard pressed to eat one on a double dog dare.
Every morning since Easter she has asked for an egg with her breakfast. Fine by me, I don't want them. She has had fun picking which color to eat for the day. The eggs are gone now, but it looks like I will have to make some more. I hope she likes white ones.

The Sky is Falling

A few nights ago I was jolted out of bed by a horrible sound. I thought the entire contents of Hannah's closet was falling to the floor. It was so loud! I jumped up and ran into her room. She was sitting up in bed with her hands over her ears and crying " What is that?" The cats were bolting out of her room and scrambling for cover. I looked around and everything seemed normal, except for the Mylar balloon that was on the ceiling in the corner of the room. It had somehow drifted toward the ceiling fan during the night and received a terrible beating. Once I realized what had happened I could not stop laughing. Hannah calmed down once I explained everything. ( Note to self: Mylar balloons and fans don't mix) The cats would not go in her room for over a week. The balloon is still alive and well, but now resides in the closet.