I hope you had a wonderful Easter celebration.
Forgotten eggs can cause terribly embarrassing moments. I remember when my youngest child, ‘Sunflower,’ was still a baby and I had a doctor appointment a couple of weeks after Easter. I got a whiff of something stinky coming from the diaper bag on the drive there.
Once parked, I dug through it and found a receiving blanket with some spit-up on it, so I left it in the car, then headed into the clinic.
While I read a magazine in the waiting room, I realized the diaper bag still smelled. I rummaged through it, but couldn’t find the source of the stench. When the nurse called me in, heads turned as I walked across the room, carrying the baby and the reeking diaper bag.
The doctor had to have noticed the smell in that small exam room, but he never said a word. Maybe he didn’t want to embarrass me. Maybe he thought it was the baby. I just wanted to get out of there.
As soon as we got home, I rolled up my sleeves, determined to get to the bottom of the putrid smell once and for all. After dumping the contents out of the main part of the bag, nothing proved to be the culprit. Solving mysteries was never one of my strong points, but this totally boggled my mind because even after checking the items in the outside pocket, I still came up empty.
Finally, before tossing the diaper bag into the trash, I noticed a small side pocket that I never used. Eureka! I found not one, but two cracked Easter eggs.
It turned out that five-year-old ‘Lily’ had stuffed them in there at the family gathering to take home with us. Out of sight, out of mind. Until they crack!
Here’s another stinky egg story. This is a prank a father played on his little girl:
Those are brussels sprouts in her basket.
Because I love harmless pranks, here’s another giggle for you:
Would you pull a prank like these on your kid?
Have you ever dealt with a rotten egg?
Q. What came first, the chicken or the egg?
A. Neither–the Easter Bunny!
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Good one Lynn, who was the mom, you?
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I am signed up! 😉 I love those pranks. Hahahahahaha. Prank is my middle name. Has to be with all these kidlets. But it is THEY who pull April fools jokes on moi. Sad to admit. *sigh* I just got on to check my email and lo and behold there was a post from you in the inbox. No news on Cloud yet. We’ve been down with him today. I’m so tired. The vet will float his teeth tomorrow at 4:00. Taking him to her. The trailer ride is always good for him. Maybe she’ll be able to tell us something. He’s lost so much weight since this all began. 🙁 He had a lot of grass today. Then I put him back in his stall. xoxoxoxo (I have a recipe for homemade tootsie rolls.) Mmmmmmm.
Robyn – With all you’re dealing with, thank you so much for taking the time to leave a comment. You’re awesome! I hope the pranks the kidlets play on you are harmless fun and make you laugh after the initial shock! Poor Cloud. I keep checking for updates on him. So sorry he’s still sick. I have no idea what floating a horse’s teeth is, but I bet it would make an interesting blog post! I hope it’s not painful. Or costly. Homemade Tootsie rolls? I need to get your recipe!
When I was a kid, there was always one egg that we couldn’t find–until later when the smell revealed the hiding place. Back then, the only plastic eggs we used were the ones from my mom’s L’eggs pantyhose. Those were the special ones with money. Now it’s easy to avoid the stench of rotten Easter eggs, because we don’t ever use the real eggs for hunts.
Diana – I got the biggest kick out of your comment! What a great idea to use L’eggs Pantyhose eggs! And those were the special ones with money – how cool! Yes, it’s much easier to hide plastic eggs nowadays, so there are less stinky egg stories to be told! Thanks for visiting.
I remember this story and have told many friends and family about it! How funny! I would have never thought about the kids hiding the real eggs. What little stinkers!!! 🙂
Susie – I don’t remember plastic eggs being available when my kids were young, so we always used real eggs! Plastic eggs make egg hunts much simpler! How cool that you’ve told friends and family about my rotten egg luck! That was one of my most embarrassing moments!
The story about the eggs had me laughing. Old eggs smell bad! Growing up the Easter Bunny always hid plastic eggs and jellybeans. 🙂 The Brussels sprouts was hilarious, too!
Jess – Glad you got a chuckle out of this story and the video. I’ve never heard of hiding jellybeans along with eggs. Those would be hard to find, but at least they don’t rot. Not for a decade or so! Ha-ha! Thank you for visiting my new site!
Hehe, Lynn! I reckon you had the perfect alibi in baby Sunflower. The only rotten eggs I’ve ever dealt with are of the human variety 😉
Never dealt with rotten eggs – we always found ’em all, and didn’t re-hide like your little one. 🙂 But once a package of chicken fell out of a grocery bag in my trunk, and I didn’t know it until a couple days later – ewwww!
Hey, Lynn. Funny story about the eggs in the diaper bag. I’m surprised you didn’t hide plastic eggs. Only when I was a little girl did we hide the real ones. My father was super and making really beautiful swirly colored ones. Almost art work. I think he used oil in the water.
When my grown daughters were little, we always hid plastic eggs. (Still have some in the garage!) Inside you’d find jelly beans and Hershey kisses. None of the egss we still have contain anything. 🙂
Hi Marsha! How cool that your father was so artistic with coloring eggs. It’s become quite an art these days. Did you get any pics of his eggs? I remember putting oil in the water with some of the coloring kits and it gave the eggs a marbling effect.
I don’t remember plastic eggs being used when my kids were young. We went to my brother-in-law’s for a big get-together and had a big egg hunt for the kids. They always used real eggs until the past five years or so. That’s something that you still have some old plastic eggs in your garage! I bet they’re made way better than the plastic eggs manufactured today! Thanks for stopping by.
Your story is so funny and those videos were hilarious. I love that the girl starting eating the brussel sprout. Her eyes really lit up at the real candy.
Hi Catherine! I’m glad you got a kick out of my story and those videos. I thought that little girl was such a little sweetheart, biting into the raw Brussels sprout and not complaining! And then the magic on her face when she saw the real Easter basket!
OMG! That prank had me laughing! I would totally do that! Don’t think my husband would let me, though. Your little darling is so precious how she opens her basket. Mine are like a couple of animals in the wild. 😀 They take no prisoners. As for egg hunts, maybe my memories getting shotty, or maybe it’s this cold. I can’t recall much from my childhood, but my kids tell me that one was never discovered from their hunt at Nana’s last year and the smell led them right to it on their next visit. Yuck. What a horrid thing to be dragging that smell around with you and not know what it was. You poor thing.
Debra – Thanks for stopping by. I know you’ve been sick, and I hope you’re feeling better. That little girl is quite precious, but she’s not mine. I’d love to claim her, though! So your kids hid real Easter eggs last year and one wasn’t found until the next visit? Was the egg hunt in the house? That would be awful!
Funny stories, Lynn! The b. sprouts video had me laughing. I don’t think I could play that prank without laughing. 🙂 I loved how she took a bite of it–she was a good sport for a 3 yr old!!
Coleen – My favorite part of that video is when she took a bit of the brussels sprout. Yes, quite a good sport, for sure. What a darling little girl! Thanks so much for stopping in!
This is sweet and funny, Lynn. I’m in! By the way, can you tell me how you got that WANA logo on your blog? I’d like to do that too. And thank you for your sweet words about my music!
Gretchen – Welcome! So nice to see you here. I’m not sure where I got the WANA logo, but let me see if I can find the link for it and I’ll get it to you. Your music is beautiful and I enjoyed the video. Looking forward to more on your posts!
We only hid chocolate eggs – probably because my mom was wise to this possibility! Chocolate eggs are still good even if they’re a little on the stale side.
Lindsey – I agree that chocolate eggs are still good even if they’re a bit stale. And even if they’re melted. I think the stakes for the egg hunt would be upped tremendously if we hunted for chocolate eggs. I can just picture the mayhem of fighting over them, or a sneaky sibling stealing them when we weren’t looking! Just kidding, but hide chocolate eggs and a lot more adults will participate in finding those eggs. 🙂