So far today, I’ve taken three showers. During the first, unbeknown to me, Hayden was busy pushing a chair up to the refrigerator so he could reach the box of 18 eggs on the top shelf. Knowing him, he was going to next push a chair up to the microwave so he could ‘cook’ the eggs. I don’t know exactly what happened, as I was conditioning my hair at the time, but when I did come out to the kitchen, I found two gleeful little boys skating in egg goo. I stood for a moment, trying to decide if I would implode, explode, or burst into fits of hysterical laughter. My thought process was interrupted when Addison noticed me and promptly insisted, “It wasn’t me! Hayden did it!”
Regardless of who did it, both boys were covered head to toe in slime. The kitchen and great room were covered floor to ceiling in yolk, whites, and shell. I imagine that Hayden accidentally dropped an egg or two as he tried to get them out of the fridge (which still had the door wide open, and was sufficiently slimed as well). Suddenly, his cooking project would have taken an exciting 180 degree turn. My assumption is that Addison witnessed his brother throwing eggs around the kitchen, and weighed the pros and cons. Figuring he was already going to be guilty by association as well as proximity, he opted to make the most of the situation and flung a few eggs himself. Then somehow, one of them discovered how slippery they made the tile floor and operation slime skate would have found its beginnings.
Stifling my laughter with an exaggerated sigh, I ordered both boys into the shower while I began the all day long project of cleaning egg from every possible surface. Of course, it wasn’t until hours later, as I began retelling this story that I learned of helpful egg cleanup tricks. I just started out with paper towels, then moved to kitchen towels, and ultimately, bath towels. Did you know that egg doesn’t absorb? It just kind of pushes itself along. And did you know that once it dries, it is like cement?
Anyhoo, while I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the egg off the drawer fronts of my kitchen cabinets, operation water skate was getting started in the master bathroom. Our shower is the walk in type that has no door. There is a wall that is supposed to keep the water from escaping into the rest of the bathroom, and it works perfectly adequately when the shower is used under normal conditions. It also has six sprayers and an overhead rain fixture. Did I mention there is no door? Well, until today, I didn’t know that Hayden knew how to operate all the nozzles. I should have known better, right?
It was not until a buck naked Addison finally came running out to tell me that Hayden had not only turned on all of the nozzles, but also managed to direct them in such a way as to spray the entire bathroom, that I had any inkling that there was a greater mess brewing on the other side of the house. I mean, could water really create a bigger mess than a dozen and a half eggs? YES!!!! It can!!!
By the time I made it in there, the water was at least an inch deep in the bathroom, the closet was soaked, and there was a puddle making its way into the bedroom. I had to face the spray head-on in order to get it turned off. That was shower number two. When at last I succeeded at turning off the geysers and rain storms, Hayden looked at me as though I had just canceled Christmas. Addison was busy insisting, “It wasn’t me. Hayden did it!” And then I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Soaked from head to toe, fully clothed, a dried patch of yolk on my cheek, and a piece of shell caught in my hair. Should I laugh, or cry? No time for either, I had to go find the shop vac and get to work on all that water.
I took shower number three to get off the rest of that egg after daddy came home, and I could be sure Hayden would be closely supervised. When I came out to my three boys, fresh and clean, and snug in my robe, Patrick pointed to the range hood and asked, “How’d that get up there?” He was pointing to a perfect half of an egg shell. I took a deep breath, looked at Addison and Hayden, and said, “Hmmm…. I have no idea. How strange.” And the boys broke into gales of laughter.
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