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 One year – when Emma was about Carter's age – I let her wash all of our new plastic eggs in the sink.  Of course she loved it, and of course I forgot about it.  This year, we had bought a couple of new packages (because I had thrown so many away over the past year when I was sick of cleaning them up from the shopping cart) and the next morning, while I was in making the bed, I heard Zach say, "hey, do you want to wash the eggs?" and by the time I got to the kitchen, they were underway… chairs put up to the sink, water pooled on the floor, and having so much fun I dug out all the eggs I could find and they washed the morning away.  It was such a peaceful, happy morning.  I think we'll make it a tradition!