Easter happened with the requisite amount of eggs and sugar, both of which I ate as leftovers today, too. We dyed eggs with Kool-Aid after I saw the vivid colored eggs on Pinterest. The problem was our Target only carried Pineapple and Tangerine flavored (colored?) packs, and because I didn't want to hunt down a blue or a green flavor (color?), I ended my Kool-Aid rainbow there. Unfortunately my kids still blended the two colors together, dipping the egg in yellow and then orange or vice versa, ending up with the same orangey-yellow color on all eggs.
Rocket asked me a great existential question of the holiday, which left me baffled: if we don't hide these eggs, why do we color them?
We may have hunted for hard-boiled eggs when I was really young, but once people realized they didn't want to egg something left outside for an unhealthy amount of time and possibly mouthed by a squirrel, plastic eggs became king. We make the eggs because the kids like coloring them and it's the one time a year when I eat an egg salad sandwich for lunch.
Many of you may be wondering if either of my kids ate so much chocolate that they puked. Thankfully, that tradition never took off after year one. However, the kid who over-chocolated himself until he threw up two years ago, took a new approach this year. This morning, he walked out of bed with either a giant bruise on his back or the sign of a horrific bathroom accident. His bed was it's own April Fool's Day joke with something mashed on the sheet that looked pretty gross. It ends up that someone may have eaten himself to sleep last night, and wound up sleeping on a nest of chocolate. The chocolate melted, of course, and looked rather...poopy. I opted against photos.
After a mild lecture, he retreated to the kitchen where he raided an open box of Milk Duds, and was soon busted again with one hand on the box and the other trying to liberate his teeth from the sticky Milk Dud. After both incidents this morning, he asked how we knew what he'd done. Hopefully he is this obvious about his teenage transgressions.
Later, I found this in a cabinet pull out. This time there are two suspects, and one is not a child.