If you can't make it out, that's Darth Vader on his egg. Thankfully, we only lost 3 eggs due to dropping them on the kitchen floor.
Ciera was her usual neat, organized, and bossy self while her and Rakes argued about whose egg was whose and between all the yelling and grabbing, only one cup of yellow dye fell on the floor. The same floor where I'd spent the previous hour and a half sweeping and mopping. Timing is everything, I guess.
Even Trot got in on the act, putting some stickers on eggs that Ciera and Rakes had dyed. It amazes me every year how they can turn something as easy as decorating eggs into a battle to the death, complete with yelling, screaming, crying, and the occasional "That's it! I'm leaving!"
To catch a break from the "2008 Easter Egg Coloring Contest of Death", I hit the interwebs looking for images of the boys in Japan. I found Papi and Tito in a Geisha robe, plenty of shots of bewildered, exhausted players exiting the airplane upon arrival, and one of Coco that for his sake I'm not posting.
I found one, however, that made me smile in a way I'm sure I haven't since I was 11 years old and finally got that Atari Game System I'd been dreaming about.
Manny, Julian, and Papi.
May God have mercy on the citizens of Japan.