Wasn’t Egg-specting That

(The Easter Bunny has come and my five-year-old niece has finished looking for all the eggs and sits down with her godfather. He starts counting and dividing the eggs. He is the prankster in the family.)

Godfather: “One egg for you, one egg for uncle. Another one for you and one for me…”

(And so on until all eggs are dealt. Each time he gives one it is a small one and when he keeps one it is a large egg.)

Godfather: “So, that is an even split, wouldn’t you say so, [Niece]? Each time there was one for you and one for me.”

Niece: *undeterred and with the sweetest smile* “Of course, Uncle. So if they are both the same, you don’t mind me switching them, do you?”

(And with that, she switched both. The look on his face was priceless and we all had a good laugh about the look on his face and the smug look on the little one. Of course, as always intended, she took all of them home. That is, the ones she didn’t eat already.)