Years ago when I was around 9, my parents had these friends with 4 kids that were quite a bit older than us. These kids, for some reason, loved to come over with their parents and get the 3 of us all wound up. We loved these kids, they were "older", they were FUN, and they loved to hang out with us. One Easter they made us Easter baskets with hard boiled eggs they had decorated just for us! We, of course, were thrilled... these kids were COOL! My brother, who shall remain nameless but not photoless...
was so thrilled with these personalized eggs of his that he just could not bear to have his broken and eaten, so... he HID his in his CLOSET! Now that wouldn't be all bad as long as they didn't break, but he must have felt remorse at some point and returned them to the fridge. My mother then looking for a way to use up all these eggs made egg salad. I think you can see what's coming down the road, or rather, back up.... We then ate the egg salad and proceeded to puke our guts up for what seemed like years. Food poisoning is never fun! My poor dad ate 2 huge sandwiches and then went to a board meeting...believe it or not, he didn't stay till the meeting was over! But here's the real kicker, my brother, the one who tried to kill us with his Easter eggs, didn't eat one bite of the egg salad!!
Our Easter this year was puke free and fun! We colored eggs, ate too much candy, went to Church, had Bob Evans fix us brunch and visited with the Misters parents.
Here are the highlights:
Ever dye eggs with a tiger?
She wanted everyone to get their own egg
My basket was the Mister!!
Special egg hunting outfit!
Special Church outfit (and the last time she'll wear a 5T-she'll be 8 in July, she's a tiny little peanut!)
