Happy Easter everyone!
When I was growing up, I naturally assumed that a big fluffy bunny was responsible for my Easter basket. But the first Easter I remember was the one with the “magic eggs.”
On that Easter morning, I woke up to a basket of great big colored eggs and some candy. Since the eggs attracted me the most, I immediately opened one. It was a hard-boiled egg with a purple shell. I certainly had had hard-boiled eggs before, but never a purple one.
So I bit into it, expecting a real treat. No—just a regular old hard-boiled egg. ‘What’s up with this?” I thought. Of course, there was also candy in the basket, but I needed to know about those colored eggs. I went to the source of all truth, my mother.
“Mom,” I said. “These are hard-boiled eggs, not Easter eggs!”
She smiled at me and said, “Of course they’re Easter eggs—look at the colors!”
“I know,” I said. “They are very pretty, but they taste just like plain old hard-boiled eggs.”
Mom laughed and said, “Well, that’s all you know. It just so happens that these are special eggs.”
“What’s so special about them?” I asked.
“They are magic eggs!” she said.
“But what makes them magic?” I asked. I was starting to get a headache.
“The colors! The colors make them magic!” she said, smiling.
Well, that made sense to me. So I went back to my room and ate every single one. Of course, by then I had no room for any candy.
Looking back, I think that that was the whole idea; to fill me up with nutritious eggs and then I would be too full to eat candy in the morning.
Whether you enjoy a special breakfast, chocolate bunnies, jelly beans or Peeps, have a wonderful Easter.
Just don’t forget the magic!