First, you cannot officially kick off an Easter weekend until you have Peeps. Mommy said so...they are a prerequisite. Mommy can (and did) eat an entire package of Peeps in one sitting, except the one you see here in my hand. She said I'm the only one with whom she'd ever even consider sharing her Peeps.
Second is dying the eggs. It's pretty simple really, you have to dip every single egg into every single color. Many, many times. Oh, and it just wouldn't be the same if you didn't crush some of the eggs and contaminate the colors with smooshed shell, egg white and yolk.
Oh, I almost forgot. It's much more effective if you just use your hands. You need to completely immerse your hands in the colors for it to be effective. All the colors. More than once. Besides, how else will you prove to your friends on Monday that you actually colored eggs?
Remember that when you are dying the eggs, shoot for about a 50% success rate. In other words, we started out with a dozen eggs. After a good portion of them ended up crushed and floating in the cups of dye or just smashed beyond recognition in general, below are the eggs that survived the ordeal. A dozen eggs to start with, the below to finish. You do the math. We fell slightly short of the 50% success rate, maybe next year.
Early the next morning, go find your Easter basket and bring it directly to Mommy and Daddy's room. It's important you do this early, while Mommy and Daddy are still sleeping. You up your chances of being allowed to get away with eating fistfuls of jelly beans and chocolates when they are tired and will let you do just about anything on their bed for an extra 20 minutes of shut-eye.
Next is the back yard hunt. You know how you can make this longer? Become distracted for about a half hour between every egg.
After you've found the eggs that actually made it this far, go to a corner and make an attempt to 'peel' the eggs. Not because you want to eat them or anything, just because you like the idea of peeling them for about 15 seconds before you have the remaining eggs meet the unfortunate fate of the eggs that never had a chance from the night before.
Finally, top it off by giving lots of attention to Mommy and Daddy...you've got them wrapped around your finger...you know it, they know it, and anyway how else are you going to continue to eat the few remaining pieces of candy left in your basket? Happy Easter!
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