Monday, April 12, 2004
( 8:59 AM ) teahouse
I spent Easter with my best friend's family in the suburbs. The oldest person there was her 90-year-old grandmother. The youngest was her 3-month-old niece. I was the second youngest person there.
We dyed Easter eggs. We got the super-duper kit with the glittery designs! I wish I'd taken pictures.
The baby was too young to do the easter egg hunt. So everyone hid eggs for the second youngest (me) and I walked around with a wicker basket and find them.
I laughed when I found the eggs and cried when I didn't. I had to be rocked and comforted. They gave me milk and cookies, whispered to each other that I must have had too much excitement for one afternoon. I sat and watched Teletubbies, and then I took a nap.
I wore a new pastel dress and an Easter bonnet. I got rowdy during the church service and had to be taken into the cry room. I got excited and smeared deviled eggs all over my face. Then I had to sit in the corner for 5 minutes.
Today is Easter Monday, a holiday that apparently is not observed in the U.S. That's too bad, egg rolling contests sound like they might be fun.