Keith, Laurie, Danny and Christopher wake up early, Sunday morning. Danny’s the first to make it to the living room. Shirley’s in the kitchen just finishing making hot chocolate for all of them. “Good morning! Happy Easter!” “Happy Easter, Mom!” Keith yells. They all come in the to the kitchen to grab their hot cocoa. Then they walk back into the living room and sit down Indian-style on the ground. They close their eyes and start to sing:
We are the Sun
We are the Fun
We are the Jellybeans of God
And today is the day
We are new and improved
La, la, la, la…
We are the Fun
We are the Sun
We are the chocolate television
Made of Love
Take a bite receive second sight
La, la, la, la…
We are the Sun
We are the Fun
We re-hatched
To be One
Mother Shirley has lit incense and the room is full of warm happiness. There are gigantic Easter baskets bursting with Easter treats. In the middle of them, is an even bigger one, wrapped in orange cellophane. Shirley smiles and says, “Oh, look! The Easter bunny brought me a basket, too.” She walks up to it and rips the cellophane off. Standing in the basket, is an adorable, redheaded girl holding a tambourine. The redheaded girl jumps out of the basket and starts playing the tambourine. All the children jump up and surround her, joining hands. They spin in a circle and start to sing:
The Easter egg Hunt
Is now complete
Because we have a
Little baby sister ,Peep!
They all hug and kiss her. Shirley sits in the corner, tears of honey run down her cheeks. “My family is One now.” And then, there’s a knock on the door. Laurie opens the door and a gigantic pink pig is riding Rueben Kincaid. He looks embarrassed, but the pig is smiling and clapping his hoofs. It is a fantastic Easter!
A brown-haired, buck-toothed, bug-eyed boy is running around yelling on the front yard. A blonde woman appears at the front door and sweetly asks the brown-haired boy to be quiet. The brown-haired boy keeps making machine gun noises and running in circles. She goes back inside.
But then the brown-haired boy throws a rock through the window. That does it. The blonde-haired woman marches outside and grabs the brown-haired boy by the ear. She drags him through the living room and into the kitchen. She turns on the oven and shoves him inside. She sets the timer and then sits down and has a refreshing glass of ice cold pink lemonade.
Later, she calls her children down for dinner. A brown-haired teenager and his brown-haired sister sit down. On the other side of the table, is a chubby, orange-haired, freckled creature and his orange-haired, freckled sister. They stare at the empty seat where their bug-eyed, brown-haired brother should be seated.
The blonde, beautiful woman smiles at her children and then the oven timer goes off. She turns around, opens up the oven, and pulls out a new child. This one doesn’t have bug eyes, buck teeth or brown hair. The new child has chubby cheeks to pinch, perfect, white chomping teeth and a hairdo of blonde perfection. She sits him down at his seat and says, “Welcome home. We’ve been waiting for you.”
The others ask, “Can you play the drums?”
The blonde child smiles and pulls two drumsticks out.
