So yesterday -- at Zoe's command -- we started the ceremonial "practice run" of hiding cheap plastic eggs and making the kids find them.
This is ridiculously fun, because I follow the kids and take the eggs back out of their baskets, pass them behind my back to Chuck to re-hide.
The kids think we have a gazillion eggs and after about an hour, they get tired.
Serves them right.
Because finding eggs before Easter is like putting candles on lasagne and singing Happy Birthday.
It just isn't done.
Not even by Cubans.
At least not this one.