Our table was set with pretty dishes, red poinsettia napkins, pedestal crystal fruit bowl full of grapes, and foods that didn't need warmed like cranberry jello, walnut banana bread, and deviled eggs.
Miss Lilly looked it over, "I want egg."
So, I fed her one.
Then, I fixed her a plate of cranberry jello, partial banana, and sausage link. Ta-daaa, a breakfast of sausage and egg, right? (Convoluted thinking, but like hubby told our son, "When kids come here hungry, I'm gonna feed 'em.")
Later, sitting around the Christmas table, there were 9 of us for dinner. I did wiggle in a separate 3-chaired kids' table. That totaled 12 mouths to feed. While filling our plates with turkey and mashed taters, Rusty says, "Why only one plate of deviled eggs? You ALWAYS make 2!"
I looked to the end of the table and there's only a couple deviled eggs left. Raising my eyes I meet Clint's twinkling eyes and spy a half eaten deviled egg in his mouth as he's poking the rest in. He raises his other hand and spreads out the fingers like a high five, but no, after the egg goes all the way in, and his now jobless hand points to the finger-spread hand, he nods his head in affirmation to say this egg was his FIFTH! HIS FIFTH!
After swallowing, he asks, "Can I have one more?" and he laughs, "that would make it even. I would've had 3 whole eggs then."
There are no words to express my Shock and Awe!
Awed that he could and
shocked that he would!!!
My quiet, non-troublemaking Clint, the biggest EGG of all!
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