My boys and their cousin decorated Easter cookies last week. They have a history of decorating cookies for the wrong holiday.
In fact, I was shocked last month when Rocco decorated a shamrock that actually looked like a shamrock for St. Patrick’s Day:
…and then he flipped it over.
Here’s what he did with a different shamrock:
I’m not sure what holiday this one goes with. Juneteenth?
They do this despite me making holiday-specific colors of frosting, like pink, orange, and yellow for Easter. They do it despite me hiding the edible eyes. They do this despite me saying we never did this when we decorated cookies in the 1900s.
To my delight, this year Vincenzo decided to make a real effort to decorate cookies the right way.
His second attempt was equally well-intentioned.
Well at least he tried, which is more than I can say for the others.
Don’t even get me started on the Easter eggs.
It’s times like these that I recall the words of the serenity prayer:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and a basic knowledge of Photoshop to also change things.
(Did you spy another attempt at a carrot in there? That’s what they call an Easter egg which, in this specific instance, is what you call confusing.)