Egg-ist

There comes a time in every one's life where they must choose.

Choose to be serious or choose to be goofy.

Choose to stay warm or choose to be fashionable.

 Choose to participate or choose to sit on the sidelines.

 Choose the orange egg or choose ANY of the other seven hundred twenty-three eggs in the open field.

 Move quickly and pick up dozens of eggs filled with candy and prizes on a cold, rainy Egg Hunting Saturday with low turn out, or slowly and deliberately pick up six orange eggs.

 Yup.  Six orange eggs.  We still don't know why.

And a little snippet from my memory of Eli stepping over every color of egg to get to the orange ones.

And I know what you are thinking, but his favorite color is blue.