I thought we may have passed the stage where coloring Easter Eggs was a “Must Do”. But I thought wrong! The kids freaked at the suggestion of skipping the whole stinky mess. So we trooped out, bought the eggs and the Paas dye, and went to town. It was a classic afternoon, and the eggs look awesome. Never mind that none of us eat hard boiled eggs. I’m thinking about teeing them up and practicing my golf swing on them. Nothing says “Happy Easter” like driving a painted egg into the woods (or neighbor’s yard) with a 7 iron.