Cracking these eggs was almost enough to keep Poppie hopping

Emmitt B. Feldner  for The Review

They say you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette.

What they don’t say is what you make when you break a few Easter eggs.

My guess would be a tummy ache.

Easter with the grandsons didn’t quite come to that this time around, but it wasn’t for a lack of effort – or a lack of eggs.

Aiden, for instance, got to put his egghunting skills to work not once but twice over the holiday weekend, which put him one ahead of his cousins Ty and Nolan.

And they all had plenty to eat when their grandmother put on Easter dinner.

We had Aiden the day before Easter and that meant he got to go to Mee-Mee’s place of work where they were having an Easter Egg hunt for members’ children.

She’s had to work in the cafe the past couple of years on the day of the big hunt, which made for a frantic day for her, so she made sure she had the day off this year.

It just made for a different kind of frantic, though, as we got to shepherd Aiden through the crowds of eager egg-hunting children.

The Easter Bunny, of course, was there to greet all the children, but Aiden somehow decided he wasn’t too sure about that big, furry guy.

Every time the bunny came near, Aiden would hind behind the legs of the nearest grandparent.

He’s well past his fears of other holiday icons, so we’re not sure why there this severe aversion to the Easter Bunny.

For instance, last December he couldn’t wait to jump up on the lap of every Santa Claus he saw.

We finally gave up that effort, despite pointing out to him that he had just seen the Easter Bunny in the move “Rise of the Guardians” at Mee-Mee and Poppie’s – and the Easter Bunny in that movie is a lot more terrifying than the one Saturday.

He had the same reaction when he was turned loose outside – with dozens of other kids – to find plastic eggs scattered all over the snowbanks around the deck.

Somehow, Mee-Mee finally peeled him off her legs and directed him toward the eggs, and it wasn’t long before he was filling up his basket.

When he discovered all the candy, stickers and trinkets in the various plastic eggs he had collected, Aiden finally decided this Easter egg hunt thing wasn’t so bad after all – and neither was this Easter Bunny guy.

We got him to shake hands with the Easter Bunny, give him a high five and hugs.

For awhile, we were even afraid we were going to have to take him home with us, since Aiden wouldn’t let him go.

I’m not sure how that would have worked with the dog to have a six-foot tall white rabbit walk into the house – and no, I don’t know if his name was Harvey.

Sunday was time for the family Easter dinner for three generations and Terry did her usual best putting that all together.

She even had her family’s Easter tradition, pickled hard-boiled eggs, on the menu.

It’s a delicacy she’s never been able to convince her husband, her sons or her daughters-in-law to relish or even tolerate, but she keeps making them every year.

She probably figures it just means there’s more for her.

Nolan, representing the next generation, did give give one a try but soon decided that he’d rather stick to just plain pickles – which he did.

I can’t say for sure, but I think he was designated to try them by his two cousins because he’s the youngest of the three.

If that’s the case, he’s going to be the guinea pig for a lot of things over the coming years.

But it also means he’ll be the one to discover a lot of new delights in the future.

With the meal out of the way, it was time to indulge in another Easter egg hunt, this time with only three hunters.

And without an Easter bunny.

I’ll do a lot of things, but I wont’ dress up as an oversized rabbit, not even for my grandsons.

Ethan helped hide the eggs, utilizing his own unique approach.

He simply took the plastic eggs I handed him and threw them around the yard in the snow.

He apparently wasn’t about to put himself out any more than he had to, either.

Fortunately for the three grandsons, his arm strength is limited enough that they all stayed within easy finding reach – although I’m sure the three of them were motivated enough to hike several blocks or more to find each and every last egg.

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