Last time I needed eggs I purchased the brown ones. I hard boiled some brown, some white. The older guys love them.
As I was peeling a few this morning, Hayden came over to see what I was doing. "Oh, Christmas eggs!" he exclaimed.
"Easter," I corrected, "but these are brown eggs."
After I peeled them, he looked at the four eggs, "where did the Easter eggs go?" he asked.
"They all look the same inside," I replied.
He thought about it for a minute and said, "it's almost Christmas."
Ah, the attention span of a four year old ..... about 2 minutes.