I have theatre on the brain at the moment...more on this later.
Easter Scene opens with beautifully frocked children scampering about in a closely mown field, collecting eggs and depositing them in their intricately decorated baskets.....
Easter has never been a huge holiday for me. I don't remember a huge fuss being made about it as a kid....though I do remember some yummy brunches at the country club my grandparents belonged to.
When my guys were little we dyed the eggs, hid the eggs, had baskets, etc. I remember procuring a few cute easter ensembles for my daughter, though I was never into the whole ruffle, lace and patent leather shoe thing. I think all her Easter outfits were Lilly Pulitzer-esque with hot pink zebras and lime green crocodiles or some other very un-eastery animal print. But, those days are over, and just in case I wasn't really really sure about that, this conversation with my son this morning put it all into crystal clear perspective.
Me: So! We don't really have any big plans for Easter this year.
Him: Uh huh
Me: I guess we could do SOMETHING though, if you want?
Him: Uhhhhh (there are a LOT of "uhs" and "uh huhs" in the teenage vernacular...btw....as if they've somehow completely lost the ability to communicate at all. In a way, teenagers are like little drunkards. You wake them up in the morning, they look like they've been on a 4 day bender and then they stagger around the rest of the day, inebriated, I suppose, on their toxic hormonal cocktails.....good GRIEF!)
but I digress...
Me: Would you like me to hide some eggs for you?
Him: Sure. If they're filled with money.
Easter scene closes with the bunny getting run over by a teenage driver speeding through my neighborhood.