The "Easter Egg Hunt Turned Sour" Story

It was an ordinary day. We had finished with our yearly Easter egg hunt in the backyard on Janet Ave. Kids always love to do the egg hunt. We fill the plastic eggs with candy and coins and hide them. Used to make it easy and just lay them in the grass, but as the kids got older we had to make it a little more challenging. This year we had jelly beans in some of the eggs, wrapped chocolate candy in some, money in some and colored malted milk balls in some. The malted milk balls are my favorite and they are in a variety of pastel colors from light pink to sunset yellow to robin's egg blue. Well the egg hunt was a real success with Derek and Brynn looking for the eggs that were harder to find, letting the easier and more visible for our youngest, Tad. We had found all the eggs and the kids were taking them apart and putting them in plastic baggies. Just then Carol picked up what looked like one of the malted milk balls that was laying under the big maple tree which separated our house from Frank and Alice's house. Upon examination she realized that it was really a robin's egg with small specks on it. She walked over to Tad and held out her hand to show it to him and point out that it was a robin's egg when Tad grabbed it and popped it in his mouth. Thought it was one of the malted milk balls. "No, don't put that in your mouth," she said just as Tad bit into it. You could hear the egg squish as it broke in his mouth. Gross, really gross! He spit it out as fast as he had bit into it and into the kitchen he ran with Carol to wash out his mouth. By now everyone remaining outside was laughing. But, someone inside the kitchen thought different about the robin's egg malted milk ball. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.