Spoiler alert: If you don't want to know, look away. Quickly now, because it is coming. Look away. Final warning.
I am the Easter Bunny in this household.
There it is.
I do not know what goes on in other homes - perhaps a big, floppy bunny actually comes to your house - but that is not the case around here.
Therefore, I partake in the strange custom of filling plastic eggs with candy each year. I consider avoiding it each year. I consider hiding real, dyed eggs. Yet, we always seem to end up somewhere where plastic eggs are a requirement. I consider putting a small plastic toy inside the small plastic egg. And although I can see why a small toy might be better than a small piece of candy, I am not totally there. Each year, I go with the candy.
Turns out - candy is good. Yum. I really like those Cadbury ones on the side. Jeez, they are good.
Off to the easter egg hunt at school, which required 6 plastic eggs per kid. We got a fresh dump of about 4 inches again last night and so, the snow prohibited outdoor hunting.
Each kid in the class created paper bunny ears and paper easter baskets. Each kid stuffed their mouth with all of their candy.
I especially loved the handmade Easter basket. But it was a tad overwhelming for my daughter. She goes bananas for all the candy and all the attention from the kids.
Once home and after a rest, we dyed some eggs.
I got the dye from Imagine Childhood and, actually, most of the items for their easter basket. (Oops. I guess you already know I am the Easter bunny!) If this place (Imagine Childhood) is not on your radar, it should be. Check. It. Out.
The dye is natural and not as vibrant as the artificial sort but I think the process is wonderful. These kids were all business and begged to dye a thousand eggs. If only, we could eat a thousand hard-boiled eggs....
And the eggs turned out to be lovely.
Happy pre-Easter!
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