Originally published 4/9/12
When I asked the kids last week about coloring Easter eggs they gave me the same look they use to demonstrate their enthusiasm for "Not Eating at Wendy's Night." It was clearly a no-go.
I took it as a sign that we could add Easter to the list of holidays we no longer had to pretend we cared about for the sake of the children.
But teenagers can be such sticklers for tradition. Which is how I found myself with 270 pounds of teen in my face first thing Sunday morning, demanding: "Where are the Easter baskets?"
"Where is my coffee?" I said, thinking maybe, just this once, I could trick them into doing something nice for me.
In the end of course, I made my own coffee and filled a basket with candy I'd been hiding behind a chair in the office.
Then we made Peep and Tonics with the neighbors, set the teenagers loose on the little kids in a Hunger Games-inspired egg hunt and feasted on everything that could be baked, grilled and topped with a marshmallow chick.
Just like our parents did.