Easter Egg Fun

The weekend before Easter, Zachary went over to his best bud's house to color Easter Eggs. No one was allowed in the room except him and Crappy. They spent an hour or so making sure they had the exact eggs they had envisioned in their minds. The two of them had a blast. Zachary was very disappointed when we had to explain to him that we weren't going to eat the eggs on Easter. Not after they had been out of the fridge for a day or so.

In case you've never heard the story, Crappy gets her name from ol' Zachary himself. When he was much younger and learning to talk, he could never pronounce her name, Cathy. All he could say was "Cappy." Well, several folks with quite the sense of humor took that ball and ran with it. Since then, Crappy was born. The name has stuck. There are folks from Buckhead to West Virginia calling her Crappy all thanks to Zachary. What a hoot!

Over the years the two of them have become inseperable. Tonight, when Zachary got home from school, he didn't run over to give me a big hug and kiss. Instead, he asked if Crappy was coming over for dinner. When I told him not tonight, a tantrum quickly followed. It took me telling him that we could call her later to calm him down. She is a great friend to all three of us. We love ol' Crappy.


**As an aside, Blogspot's editing stuff isn't working - AGAIN. In my preview, there are three distinct paragraphs, not one big blob of writing. Sorry you can't read it more clearly.**