I'm a little surprised my kids still enjoy coloring Easter eggs at ages 11, 13 and 15.
I wasn't sure we'd do it this year, since come 11:00 p.m. on Saturday we still hadn't broken out the egg dying kit. I'd boiled the eggs earlier in the evening – suffusing the house with the intoxicating aroma of sulfur- but no one was exactly jumping up and down in excitement to break out the dye. Instead of colored eggs I had visions of unending egg salad dancing in my head. Which is okay, since my daughter and I like it.
Still, that would have been an awful lot of egg salad.
But after I arose from my nap my three loinsprings were suddenly interested in when the heck we planned to dye the eggs. So, out came the cardboard to cover the table, followed by the cups filled with water, vinegar and dye tablets. At about 11:00 p.m. The night before Easter.
My middle child hasn't participated in egg coloring for years. I was shocked when he didn't have to be coaxed. No one asked who was participating. He just did. I wasn't about to argue. This is the kid who gave up trick or treating this year. The last thing I thought he'd want to do was color eggs.
Come to think of it, I'm the only one in the family who never actually dipped an egg into dye. I was too busy with preparation, first, then out came the camera. And when the camera comes out forget about it. That's mom's time for "creative expression," otherwise known as weird and uncontrolled behavior. Or, "mom being mom." Hardly anyone bats an eye when I'm shooting pictures anymore. I think they call that a "defense mechanism."
But anyway, that's Easter 2009. It was an egg-filled chocolate orgy, which is just as it should be. I hope yours was the same.