At book club last night our friend *Myrtle told us a really cute story:
When Myrtle’s children were little they were going to have an Easter egg hunt with the neighbors who had four little children of their own. The adults had hidden eggs all around the yard and were now sitting in lawn chairs enjoying watching the children doing the hunt.
The neighbor’s youngest, about three, was a little young to really get into the hunt, and was just wandering around watching the other children find eggs. He finally wandered over to where Myrtle was sitting, and Myrtle told him that she knew there were still some Easter eggs to be found and he should just look harder. He stood there a minute apparently finally understanding a little of the concept that the eggs were hidden and he would have to guess where they were. So with this new idea of looking for something in a place not expected, he reached up and patted Myrtle’s chest. Nope, that wasn’t one, so he wandered off to look in other places.
We all laughed long and loudly at Myrtle’s story.
Later in the evening, we were discussing books in general, and how much harder it was to lay in bed and read a book if it was a large, heavy one. Myrtle was lamenting how hard it is to balance a heavy book on your rib cage while lying down.
At which time another friend commented, “And, of course, you want to be careful that the book doesn’t fall over and break your Easter eggs.”
I love my book club. They not only enjoy reading books and discussing them, but they enjoy laughing together too.
*Myrtle’s name has been changed to protect the privacy of the owner of the “Easter eggs”.