Untraditional Tradition Transition
My family's sense of humor can be rather warped. Take our Easter tradition, for example.
I can't remember how it started, but during my younger years we'd wake my brother Mark by cracking our hard boiled, Paas colored Easter eggs on his head.
The egg assault would continue throughout the day.
Eating breakfast, CRACK! Mark is quietly reading, CRACK! Dinner conversation would be flowing nicely along and, you guessed it; CRACK!
My brother took it all in stride, and for many years. He never tried to wake earlier than the rest of us, never got angry about it, and never once tried to get revenge.
A few years ago my brother Mark and I gathered at my Mom's house for Easter dinner. He brought his daughters along. Three of the most beautiful girls in the world.
The look of amazement on their little faces when my sister and I simultaneously attacked him from both sides is one I will never forget.
I can't be with my family today, so here's hoping his little angels got him good.
I can't remember how it started, but during my younger years we'd wake my brother Mark by cracking our hard boiled, Paas colored Easter eggs on his head.
The egg assault would continue throughout the day.
Eating breakfast, CRACK! Mark is quietly reading, CRACK! Dinner conversation would be flowing nicely along and, you guessed it; CRACK!
My brother took it all in stride, and for many years. He never tried to wake earlier than the rest of us, never got angry about it, and never once tried to get revenge.
A few years ago my brother Mark and I gathered at my Mom's house for Easter dinner. He brought his daughters along. Three of the most beautiful girls in the world.
The look of amazement on their little faces when my sister and I simultaneously attacked him from both sides is one I will never forget.
I can't be with my family today, so here's hoping his little angels got him good.
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