The anticipation is only rivaled by Christmas. Well, maybe Christmas and the Tooth Fairy... Easter Sunday. Somehow before little children awaken, a magical bunny who miraculously lays eggs leaves them all over the property of Gentiles everywhere so the kids can hunt and find them.
Before our eggs are cracked and I smoosh them into egg salad, deviled eggs, or just enjoy the hard boiled goodness in its pure state, I must share this story. It’s a warning to everyone of my generation and those who follow. I have identified a future world threat.
Standing about three feet tall and weighing about 30 pounds, my 3-year-old neice is the most promising dictator-to-be this side of the Pecos. Technically the middle child in her household, she is definitely the most unique, quirkiest child in the family. She seems to study situations before reacting, makes decisions and develops impressions with unwavering certainty, and this morning persuaded all of the other little kids at church to do her egg hunting for her.
Walking around with her pretty basket with faux grass, she followed the other little kids around while inspecting the eggs they found in the shrubbery, on the stone wall, behind the statue of our Blessed Mother, and in other places around the church yard. When one of those children had an egg that caught her fancy, she would compliment the egg, and instruct the child to place it in her basket. "I like that purple egg," she said in a sweet tone of voice while extending her basket toward William, "here... put it in this basket." William did it... so did the others. Each time. They didn’t even realize she was stealing their eggs from them... it was almost as if they thought she was offering to watch the eggs for them so they could collect more. Quite the contrary. She ended up with more eggs than nearly anyone else, and she wasn’t sharing. When it came time for the other kids to collect their eggs she just looked at them as if they had some strange developmental disorder and walked away with her Easter booty.
Standing about three feet tall and weighing about 30 pounds, my 3-year-old neice is the most promising dictator-to-be this side of the Pecos. Technically the middle child in her household, she is definitely the most unique, quirkiest child in the family. She seems to study situations before reacting, makes decisions and develops impressions with unwavering certainty, and this morning persuaded all of the other little kids at church to do her egg hunting for her.
Walking around with her pretty basket with faux grass, she followed the other little kids around while inspecting the eggs they found in the shrubbery, on the stone wall, behind the statue of our Blessed Mother, and in other places around the church yard. When one of those children had an egg that caught her fancy, she would compliment the egg, and instruct the child to place it in her basket. "I like that purple egg," she said in a sweet tone of voice while extending her basket toward William, "here... put it in this basket." William did it... so did the others. Each time. They didn’t even realize she was stealing their eggs from them... it was almost as if they thought she was offering to watch the eggs for them so they could collect more. Quite the contrary. She ended up with more eggs than nearly anyone else, and she wasn’t sharing. When it came time for the other kids to collect their eggs she just looked at them as if they had some strange developmental disorder and walked away with her Easter booty.
Commit that face to memory, ladies and gentlemen.
Someday you will see it again. Don’t let the sheen of innocence fool you... inside that head is a cunning and calculating brain that at just three years of maturity has already figured out how to manipulate others so she can gain what she wants. This time it was plastic eggs filled with candy... but tomorrow?
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Hmmmmm, sounds like someone I know. ;-)
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