It's getting close to the hunt. Mishaps and runny noses may prevent Daddy Goren from laying ...hiding, his eggs.

CHAPTER SIX: Wouldn't be a Goren holiday without a broken bone!

Runny Noses and Broken Toes

Since Alex was sick … not like the rest of the Goren clan … and tired of Bobby blowing their grocery budget on eggs, she decided to let him sleep right where he lay … on the floor. She ate her dinner, NOT deviled eggs, and put the Trips to bed. Bobby woke up in the middle of the night trying to remember an argument that never took place. He scratched his head, rubbed the back of his neck and then felt his head for a bump.

Why am I on the floor?

Then he remembered … Nyquil.

Man … I could never take that stuff. I should stick to Glenlivit.

He crawled upstairs and into bed next to Alex … he sneezed, which shook the bed. He scared Alex, who drew her gun. Bobby fell out of bed and made such a racket, he woke the Trips. When the Trips woke up, he stumbled through the door and stubbed his toe … he broke the doorframe. Alex laughed at Bobby's high pitched nasal scream … then-sneezed herself. Now, she was really sick and still tired.

The following morning, the Trips took a trip to the Pediatrician's office. Alex called in sick and Bobby had his toe x-rayed … it was as broken as the doorframe. Here it was only six days away from The First Annual Goren …at this point … Fiasco and he had to go and break his big Bobby toe. They couldn't even find a air cast in a size thirteen. They had to special order one … his toe was so swollen, he couldn't put his shoe back on. The Doctor assured Bobby that the cast would be overnighted. The Trips were given regular Tylenol and Alex … Nyquil. Bobby knew that he would be hobbling about until his air cast came in … if Nyquil knocked him out, Alex would sleep through Easter and possibly Labor Day.

When they arrived back home, Alex sister Liz had left a message on their answering machine.

"Hey guys, Nate is sick … just a cold, but a bad one. I'm hoping he feels better for Bobby's First Annual Easter Egg Hunt Extravaganza … he should have named it Eggstravaganza … next year, k' Bobby. Anyway, I'll call you at the end of the week. Love you guys."

"Next year? This happens again next year?"

"Easter comes every year Bobby."

"I like Christmas better."

"You almost blew up the house at Christmas."

"Yeah, but that was fun."

"What was so fun about you falling off the ladder?"

"It's a guy thing … coloring eggs is a chick thing …

He starts to laugh, a little too much … chick thing, get it?"

"What kind of pain killers did they give you for your broken toe?"

"Percocet …lots of them."

"BOBBY!"

"What? … It's my big toe!"

"Does every holiday have to involve a trip to the emergency room?"

"I don't know, what's coming up next?"

"Memorial day. Oh my God!"

"What?"

"The Forth of July!"

Bobby's face lights up.

"I love fireworks."

"I'm cuffing you to the bed for the entire week!"

"I love that too!"

Next/ Bad Friday ... sorry **hangs head** Good Friday. I see a pastrami sandwhich in Bobby's future! Thanks for reading.