We are just back from our favorite annual Easter tradition. Each year my good friend Meisje hosts a big party where the main event is an egg hunt for the kids featuring cascarones. I have no idea if I'm spelling it right, but they are confetti filled eggs that get smashed over the heads of innocent bystanders. We always come home with confetti hiding out in all our nooks and crannies. This year we managed to go without a camera, so I'm hoping that somebody will have pity and send me a picture or two. The kids all passed out as soon as we got home and Kurt has run out to get goodies for a morning egg hunt of our own. His family always hid entire baskets instead of eggs when he was a kid and mine did both plastic and dyed eggs, so we always "argue" about what we should do each year. For two years in a row Kurt had the kids convinced that the party was the "real" egg hunt and we skipped the tradition entirely at our house. The kids wised up though and requested that the bunny visit our own house as well.