Our special guest has brought a bag full of goodies for the kids all the way from America. One of the most important being cheddar cheese goldfish crackers. Grandma tells the kids that these were my favorite and I swear to you I was never allowed to eat these when I was a kid, but I don’t say anything and mainly that’s because my kids are looking at me like I am the luckiest person on the face of this earth.
Grandma has also brought with her a box of Paas Easter egg decorations. The flat box with the invisible crayon inside brings memories flooding back. My little boy says ‘Io non voglio colorare le uove’ and this means ‘I don’t want to color the eggs’ I reassure him that it will be lots of fun. I go to the store and buy a dozen eggs..worried about what on earth we are going to do with 12 hardboiled eggs. I look at my mom and her face is telling me we should buy more. ‘Mom, I think 12 is enough.’ Okay she says.
We get home and boil the eggs and pull out our Paas kit, one for my daughter and one for my son. 1 egg gets broken on the way home from the supermarket and 2 boiling in the water. We have 9 good eggs to work with. My kids are fascinated by everything that comes out of this little box, from the little colored pills to the little wire utensil meant to lift the eggs in and out of the brightly colored water. Even my little boy take his place quite seriously on a chair. Eggs are dipped, colored and stickered so fast I don’t have time to find my camera. My daughter says “Grandma are there more?” I look at her sweet little face, at how much fun everyone is having and I realize with dismay, I am the Scrooge of the Paas Egg decorating extravaganza! Bad, bad mom. “There are no more eggs to decorate honey, we can buy some more tomorrow.” I say wondering about the psychological damage I am causing them with this little stunt.
Later at dinner I ask my 4-year-old what his favorite part of the day was, and without skipping a beat he says ‘To do eggs mommy’ and with this I realize that I may as well just set myself on fire, the damage is done. Only 2 measly eggs to decorate a head. The shame of it all.
Before falling asleep I smile thinking of the day, but still I wonder, how on earth did I ever get so far away from home..