The Slice: Easter egg hunt keeps on giving

The hunting might have stopped, but Easter eggs are still being discovered.

“Monday night while vacuuming I found one in a bunch of fake flowers,” wrote North Idaho’s Brenda Green.

The egg in question is white, the same color as the fake blossoms. It’s plastic, though, so that’s good news. “And I’m happy to report that the mini Twix bar inside was still edible,” said Green.

She has two kids and could claim that she ate it herself just to keep the peace. But the truth is it was more of a finder’s fee thing.

How had that Easter egg eluded detection all this time? It’s a mystery.

Said Green, “I choose not to accept this as a reflection on my housekeeping skills.”

Mike Storms wonders: “Is there a DOT reg requiring Harley riders to wear inadequate helmets?”

Slice answer: She’s a Spokane Valley resident now. But years ago, Barbara Kehrer worked for the Boise Police Department. She got used to answering the phone a certain way while at work.

And on a few occasions, she kept answering the phone that way even after she got home.

Kehrer said those callers who did not recognize her voice tended to hang up upon hearing her say, “Police department.”

Second city: I mentioned on The Slice Blog earlier this week that I had crossed paths over the years with a number of reasonably well-traveled people who say Spokane is the second-best place they have called home. I suggested that such a statement isn’t necessarily a put-down. And a couple of blog readers posted thoughtful observations.

But how would you react if you heard someone say that?

Today’s Slice question: When they were first learning to speak, did any of your children produce utterances that sounded a lot like off-color language?

I ask because a friend sent me a short video of her toddler featuring the kid trying to say “fork” and instead saying a four-letter word.

Before you assume that this child hears that word at home, I should note that this almost certainly is not the case. Well, except for maybe in Chicago traffic. And so far as I know, the kid isn’t in with a rough day care crowd or a children’s theater planning to stage a preschool production of David Mamet’s “Glengarry Glen Ross.”