Yesterday a number of Tecom families gathered downstairs on the Floor 1 terrace to celebrate Easter. We had a well-received egg hunt for the kids – large and small, as well as a BBQ lunch and a few drinks with good company. Interestingly some of the kids didn’t go crazy with the chocolate. Lewis was the obvious exception, he had half his face, and pretty much his entire t-shirt covered in a mixture of chocolate and baby slobber.
It’s probably the first time my kids participated in such a big Easter egg hunt. And a few good lessons were learned. Probably none more important than Myles learning no matter how full your basket of eggs becomes, NEVER put chocolate eggs in your pockets if the temperature is warm.
The kids enjoyed playing football, hide and seek, and chasing each other on bikes. But once they grew a bit tired of these games, they seemed to go their own ways. It was interesting to see Myles walking up and down the garden speaking some “foreign” language. I had to ask what he was doing, to which he replied he was being an Indian. He was equipped with a spear made from a frong from the garden, so I figured he was the American variety of Indian.
Trying to fit the theme I told him about traditional Indian names (without mentioning the standard two dogs joke). We started with the animal, which he chose a Rhino. I was pleased, as it’s my favourite animal. But I would soon regret the whole activity. As he’s just five I simply asked what is the Rhino doing, as it would be the first part of his name. He responded it’s Pooing. So “Pooing Rhino” it was for the afternoon.
Some friends set out to eat fish, in compliance with the tradition. It encouraged me to also get some prawns for the BBQ which was a very nice touch. But the longer we stayed down there, the hungrier we were, and they conceded that fish was just not to cut it. So they walked across to Carrefore and bought a full leg of lamb to throw on the BBQ. It was delicious, even if a little heathen.
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