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Karma

When we were kids, my mom would secretly fill Easter baskets for us. We would leave them by the front door the night before Easter Sunday, sometimes with a carrot in them, and in the morning they would be filled with sweets. It was awesome.

Among the sweets were small, solid chocolate easter eggs that kind of looked like footballs. We would eat the larger items first, so we always had plenty of these small eggs… which my brother and I would then throw at each other in our bedroom. And believe me, they could really sting if you got hit good. When it came time to pick them up, we’d never find all of them, and we’d have chocolate all over the room… which our mom had to pick up. And what she didn’t find was found by bugs… which was a mess. Sorry, Mom.

Yesterday a girl brought a big container full of bagged chocolates to school. Among them were these small, solid chocolate eggs that kind of looked like footballs… which the kids proceeded to drop everywhere in school, including my classroom… which I had to pick up. I guess what comes around, goes around.

I’m definitely not looking forward to the day some kid brings paper cups and gasoline to school. Sorry, Karma.

Here's one of those blasted little buggers in the back corner of my room.

But at least this one wasn't stepped on.

8 Comments

  1. Lauren

    That wasn’t your mom who brought that candy, silly – it was the Easter Bunny. Sheesh, I thought you were edumacated.

  2. Beth

    Those chocolate egg wars in your bedroom were pretty fun though, huh?
    And I’m pretty sure you and Brent began your Physics careers in the garage with styrofoam cups and gasoline, so some good came of it, right?! (Never mind the fire marshall stopping by…)

  3. Deanne

    Um, can you tell us a little more about the gasoline…?

  4. Kristi

    Did you eat that egg?

    • Kim

      Are you kidding?

    • Lauren

      I would have eaten it. Chocolate’s chocolate.

  5. Michele

    Brad – Surely that is not YOUR sports bag in the first picture – is it?

    Kristi – My guess is either Brad ate that egg OR is saving it to hurl at someone that plucks his last nerve. It’s a tough call.

  6. Peggy

    Me & my sister used to have similar wars too … she would throw knives & wooden hair brushes at my head & I got to work on quickening my reflexes …

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