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Doobie crouched atop the refrigerator, his viewing place when I cook. By the time I had cooled the hard-boiled eggs and started the coloring, he was on the counter and trying to help.
THIS MORNING...
"Oh boy! That egg thing time again!"
"I kinda like the blue ones."
"Can we play with them, Jondude?"
"They smell funny."
(I won't show you the mess they made. Meanwhile, I have to get down under the furniture and find the missing eggs.)