Not Even Aesop Would Come Up With This

This being Easter and the season of dyed eggs and fanciful stories, I will tell you all a true one.

Once upon a time there was a little boy who lived in a small cottage in the desert.  He was a pesky child that often got himself in trouble with his mischievous ways. 

Soon the irises in the front of the cottage began to bloom signaling the start of spring, and thus the coming of egg dying season.  His mother, being the kind of mother that enjoyed participating in the fun rituals of the season, went to the store and got a dying kit.

The kit sat on the counter of the little kitchen in the little cottage awaiting the day they would dye the eggs. 

After about two days, the little boy couldn’t take the curiosity anymore and he tore into the colorful packaging.  The mother found the empty wrappings from the little colored dye pellets scattered about on the floor.

“Bandit,” she asked the boy, “Did you tear up this box?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” she asked. 

“I don’t know,” he told her.  Why had she expected any other answer?

“Where are all the pieces that were in here?”  She waved the tortured box at him.

“You mean the little candies?  I ate them,” he said with a nonchalant hug.

That’s when the lovely and patient mother had to call the day care to explain the rainbow pee.

This year, The Idiot Dog ate the box with the dye in it. 

My Honey expects to see a leprechaun in the backyard looking for his little pot of gold – there’s rainbow colored crap everywhere.