Easter 2006 was sunny and bright. Larry brought his daughter, Haley, and the kids next
door, Lorenzo and Jordan, tropped over too. Mal and Haley began with the Swedish
tradition of decorating pussywillows.
Then we moved onto egg decoration. Now, in my day, we colored eggs with an Old-
Fashioned process involving heated vinegar, sodium bromide, eye of newt, and the
blood of a newborn lamb. But today, apparently, they just use markers? Whatever.
A handsome collection of ovarian art by Aryan farts.
ON TO THE HUNT!
Jen scattered eggs with candy and toy treasures in the backyard.
Some had confetti, because we hate our vacuums.
Malaren doesn't have the killer edge that the other kids her age do. When she finds
an egg, there's a slow, introductory period, y'know, "getting to know the person
within,"
and then familiarizing the egg with the inside of the basket. It takes awhile. I think she
got about 5 eggs.
Haley, on the other hand, was born to kill.
Jordan also had shark-like reactions in the hunt.
And so the champions show their trophies.