Bobby googles ... "How do you color Easter eggs?"

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CHAPTER TWO: How does a genius screw up Easter eggs? Is he color blind?

Bunny Rabbits, Refinancing and The Goren Farm … oh, and lets not forget … Easter Eggs.

It was early Sunday morning, the trips were still asleep, Alex was still asleep and Bobby was "talking" to Valentino about everything and anything … the poor fish.

"So, what do you think about four point six percent with two points? Should we hold out a little longer? I heard they may drop the points. That would be great. You know, we could buy a farm. Buy more animals. Bunny rabbits, chicks, cows, maybe have a Christmas Tree farm. What do you think about that, Valentino?"

"I think my husband has lost it! You're talking to a fish now?"

Bobby turns around to see his wife standing there holding John. He starts to laugh and holds his arms out to grab his son.

"Well, I was lonely and there was no one to talk to except my Valentine present."

He starts to kiss his son playfully. John giggles with delight.

"Hey, how about me?"

He rises out of his seat and kisses his wife. She pulls away to make herself a cup of coffee. Life's nectar.

"So, what were you saying about a farm?"

"Yeah, we could buy a farm. Sell eggs, which by the way, I now know how to color - I googled. We could sell Bunny rabbits and Christmas trees … milk from the cows."

"Bobby, did you hit your head this morning?"

He reaches up and runs his hand through his hair.

"No, I don't think so."

"A farm?"

"Or … we could just refinance."

"I see. If you want to refinance, why didn't you just say so?'

He starts to tickle John … "Because you see, little man, sometimes with your mom … it's more fun to make her think I've finally had that break down that everyone told her I would."

Alex was just about to smack him on the back of the head when the "Goren Baby Alert Intercom System," went off. Tracy and Haley were awake and wanted their mom or dad.

"Saved by the bell … so to speak."

He smiled at John and the two "men" had a fit of laughter.

Alex shook her head and could be heard saying as she ascended the steps … "I swear they're in cahoots with one another."

"So, John Robert Goren … I was thinking, we have less than a month to plan our Easter Egg Hunt. What's the most important part of the hunt? … That's right, the eggs. I'm new to the whole … color the eggs thing, but don't worry, I got it covered. I googled. We need vinegar … that strips the coating off the eggs so the shell takes the dye. Then we need the color tablets. Water, cups and some wire thing. I think we should do a trial run. If mommy will let me … I'm going to run out and get all the supplies we need and try this thing out today … sound good? … Yeah? Okay, but lets surprise her. I want to show her that I can do the things that she did growing up. Just because my parents sucked at these things doesn't mean that I have to."

Bobby made the excuse that he needed some bonding time with his son … man to man time. He and John went for a walk. He found all the supplies he needed at the corner Bodega. The corner being a couple miles away. Bobby needed the exercise and it was a beautiful day. He couldn't wait to get home to make Easter eggs. Now he needed to keep Alex out of the kitchen so he and John could get to work on the eggs.

He propped John up in the highchair and had his printed out instructions from his google search.

"Okay Buddy, we need cool hard boiled eggs. Hmm, I don't get that … how can they be cool if we boil them? I'll figure that out later. Next, add 1 tablespoon of vinegar to 1 cup of water, add the color tablet and dissolve … got it. Okay, then, set up a drying rack."

Bobby examines the wire thingy.

"So this thing is for dipping … hell …opps … heck, we're boys, we use our fingers … we don't need this stinkin thing, do we John Robert?"

John squealed with delight at his father's goofiness.

Bobby starts to boil the eggs. Hmm, hard, just like mommy likes um. He smiles that devilish Bobby smile. Next, he fills up the cups and makes six different colors. He fills up a large bowl with ice and cools the hard boiled eggs down. John is watching with interest and amusement … Bobby takes time to tickle him in-between tasks.

"Here goes nothing JR … lets try purple."

He drops the egg in and pulls it right back out.

"Well that didn't work very good, did it?"

He put it back in and left it there. He took another egg and placed it in the yellow, then another in the blue and so on. He was pleased with the results until he got a bright idea.

"Hey, what if we took the blue one and put it in the purple and the yellow one and put that one in the green …"

By the time he was done mixing the colors, all the eggs were brown. He sat there scratching his head.

"John … I should have just bought brown eggs and called it a day. Next year, you and I will go outside and have a catch. Mom and the girls can color the eggs."

Bobby scooped John out of the highchair and sat back. He held his son close, kissed his head and sighed. John sighed too … like father like son. John would be happy having a catch with his old man next year …after all, he was going to be the starting shortstop for the Yankees someday.

Alex stood right outside of the kitchen, watching, listening … she would feel bad, but her two men looked so damn cute!

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Next up: Alex gives Bobby a lessen ... Bobby hides things .... Hmm? Thanks for reading:)