An Easter Story

On Easter when my sisters, brother and I were little our mother would hide Easter Eggs around the house for us to find. One year when our baby sister was around seven-years-old she asked our mother if she could be the one who hid the eggs for the rest of us to find. Our mother told her that it was OK with her. So on that Easter morning we left our baby sister with a big bowl of colored eggs and stepped outside the house to wait as she hid them. A little while later she opened the front door and said she was ready.

We started looking for eggs. We looked under and behind the sofa. We looked under the sofa cushions. We looked under and in all the beds. We looked behind all the doors. No eggs.

We looked at our little sister,"You did hide them, didn't you?," we asked her. She nodded her head yes.

We looked in the kitchen cabinets. We looked in the bathroom cabinets. No eggs.

We looked at our little sister again, "You hid them in the house?" With suppressed excitement she again nodded her head up and down.

We looked behind the books in the bookshelf. We turn on the ceiling lights and looked to see if eggs were hidden in the light covers even though we know she is too small to reach up there. We looked behind the window curtains. No eggs.

We finally gave up and ask her to show us where the eggs were. She walked to the refrigerator and pulled the door open. There in the egg keeper were two rows of multi-colored eggs. We all laughed and told her that the refrigerator was a great place to hide Easter eggs. We then praised her ingenuity and told her we would never have thought to hide eggs in the refrigerator. What a great Easter joke.