White Dog looked at Michael and rolled her eyes. "Dad is allergic to eggs and momma hates hard-boiled eggs. That is why she always gives them to us when she gets chef salads. So WHY would we dye Easter eggs?"
Before I could calibrate her tone, YoYoMa loomed in her face. "Did you just hear what you said? Are you not thinking?" WD curled her lip. Yo continued, "We should dye as many eggs as we can talk momma into hard boiling BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T EAT THEM SHE GIVES THEM TO US!" White Dog realized the cleverness of his thinking. Suddenly, tail wagging, she moved to stand next to Michael.
"What the heck," she said. "Let's not disappoint the kid. No harm in coloring a few eggs, right?" "Who are you calling a kid," Michael now objected. "I only asked because I saw that Easter egg dye was on sale at the grocery and was going to volunteer to pick some up if we needed it. As long as I can make some hard boiled eggs, I will be happy...you just take the shells off anyway." At this information, Taiko looked up, shocked.
We all settled on a plan where we would get an extra dozen eggs and Michael would "hard boil" them using a new method he had seen on line that actually baked the whole eggs in a muffin tin in the oven...that was what he REALLY wanted to do all along...experiment. If things turn out, he will get his hb egg fix and the White Dog Army will get an extra treat in their breakfast on Sunday morning.
"How do you feel about marshmallow peeps?" Yo asked. I just slapped my forehead.