Dare I say it? This photo is a relic! Here we have Big Bear on the left, carefully dipping his egg in the dye, and Shark Boy, who finds the whole business really funny, for some reason.However you may be celebrating this special day, I'd like to share a poem that my kids learned when they were even younger than this. The rhyme comes with hand motions, too, so knock yourself out. Happy Easter!
PS: I'm a newby at Sarcastic Mom's Weekly Winners, so please bear with me. Obviously, this is an old shot. Snapped by Aunt Julie with a Canon Rebel, I'm pretty sure. A classic film SLR camera...no digital back then!
Five little Easter eggs, lovely colors wore (hold up five fingers);
Mother ate the blue one, then there were four (bend down one finger).
Four little Easter eggs, two and two, you see;
Daddy ate the red one, then there were three (bend down next finger).
Three little Easter eggs, before I knew,
Sister ate the yellow one, then there were two (bend down next finger).
Two little Easter eggs; oh, what fun,
Brother ate the purple one, then there was one (bend down next finger).
One little Easter egg; see me run!
I ate the very last one, and then there were none (open up both empty hands)!
