This is my obligatory Easter post. With a twist. I'm not going to talk about Crabtot and Easter. She will have her Easter egg and that will be that. I won't bore you with the minutiae.
Except to say that I briefly considered taking her to the local egg hunt on the village green of Crabtown. I weighed up giving her one last chance to find multicolored hard-boiled eggs in the grass of our picturesque hamlet before we move on to Crabcity. But I was too scared one of us might get hurt in the mad scramble that reportedly characterizes this event, an egg hunt infested with intensely competitive parents acting like children. So I've heard. "Wear shin guards," one of my parent friends told me last year. "And don't be late." Needless to say, we skipped it then. We'll skip it now.
Easter aside, I have always been obsessed with egg-shaped things. Something about eggs gives me a good feeling, so I possess many egg-shaped trinkets and objets, from lamps to containers to Russian paintedRead More »from The Egg Post: Happy Easter!