My husband is in charge of coloring eggs with the kids because I have an irrational aversion to eggs. I got sick from a bad egg when I was little and still to this day, they horrify me. I spoke to a therapist about it once and he said it wasn't all that unusual but most people who know me well, enjoy shining a light on this neurotic idiosyncrasy in my personality.
Because of my hatred for unfertilized chicken spawn, Easter is the one and only time we have eggs in the house. The kids are only allowed to eat them outside and they must wash their hands and brush their teeth before getting near me. I share all of this detail with you to explain why our Easter eggs are not more esthetically pleasing. I don't want you to think that my creative abilities stop at white round objects.
It rained last night so my 10 year old son left this on the back door of our house: