I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The wonderful smell of cooked eggs washes over us from the kitchen. Our chicken friends have been generous once again.
Me: Some of these are set aside for deviled eggs. You may each have one egg, except for Sweetie. The egg whites disagree with her. She can have one yolk.
Tiger: I want the devil stuff you are making.
Me: It’s not devil stuff.
Wiggles: Isn’t the devil bad?
Me: Yes. But the devil has nothing to do with this dish.
Doodlebug: Then why name it after him?
Me: I guess because of the spices and the mustard that make them taste a little hot.
Miss Sweetie: Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!
Me: Let me see what I have leftover.
Wiggles: Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!
Me: Okay I can’t peel them that fast.
Tiger: I want eggs! I no longer want the devil’s food!
Me: No food is the devil’s food…unless maybe you eat too much of something. That can feel really bad. That’s why you are each getting just one egg.
Stella: Why did the devil invent eggs?
Me: THE DEVIL DID NOT INVENT EGGS OR ANYTHING ELSE!
Stella: Well, Doodlebug is passing very stinky gas and I think that the devil invented that.
Doodlebug: That’s what I think, too.
Me: It is tempting to think that. But no…
Stella: Lady Human, forget the devil part. Just stick with eggs. Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!
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