Asher and the Easter Egg

Working on the annual Christmas newsletter I remembered a story about Asher. I figured I’d better record it before I forget.

In the afternoon on Easter, Tina had gone to visit her grandparents. I stayed home with the kids because they were all just a little sick. I was busy cooking dinner when Asher approached me in the kitchen.

Motioning toward the paper towels, “Can I have one of those that is a little bit wet?” he asked.

“Why do you need one?”

“Because this is leaking,” he responded, holding a plastic Easter egg in his right hand.

“What is it leaking?” I asked.

I assumed he had filled it with water from the bathroom sink or something similar.

“Pee,” he responded, as if I should have known that already.

“PEE!?!? How did it get pee in it?”

“I peed in it.” (I guess I should have known the answer to that one.)

“Asher, why would you do that?”

Sensing he was about to get into trouble he responded, “Well, I told the truth.”

Then we began our second treasure hunt of the day. This time, we had to find all of the places on the floor where pee had leaked out of the egg. Asher ended up not getting into trouble. I think I forgot after laughing about the whole thing.

What are we going to do with this kid?


2 Responses

  1. That is a critical difference between boys and girls. I totally get it.

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