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So this is Easter?









Step 1: Take three very loud, clumsy, and excited children with poor motor skills and no sense of patience and balance them on formerly white dining room chairs.
Step 2: Coat entire area surrounding children with absorbent materials.
Step 3: Strip children of any fabric that has hopes of being worn in public again.
Step 4: Place a carton of eggs in front of said children.
Step 5: Remove crumpled eggs from fists of children in order to place six cups of multi-colored food dye within their reach.
WARNINGS: Six adult hands will be little match for six suddenly fast and determined child hands. Children will quickly decide that hands are better egg dippers than spoons, and delight in the colorful splash made as eggs are lobbed into dye cups. Hands will remain Easter colors for at least 24-hours.
Step 5: 2 minutes, 48 seconds and 18 eggs later, take deep breaths. Another Easter is here.

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