As a kid we would colour hard boiled eggs sometime before Easter day and then they would sit in the fridge until someone who actually liked hard boiled eggs would eat them. Eventually we learned to blow out the insides of the eggs instead of boiling them. Omelette for dinner that night which everyone enjoyed.

My parents would hide chocolate around the house and garden. I remember several Easters when the stock of smaller chocolates diminished when my oldest brother came home late and rifled the kitchen for goodies.

These days I colour eggs with the kids sometime on Easter weekend, although I may do it tonight. Early Sunday morning the Easter bunny wakes up, rubs the sleep from her eyes and heads outside to hide chocolates. An hour or so later the kids go running out to find what the squirrels haven't. I like to make a small treasure hunt with clues; Maltezers make great choclate Easter Bunny droppings.