Every year, my cousin Greg and his wife visit my brother and his family for the Easter holiday. The kids love having them around and they always plan something fun while they are there.
Of course the dying of the eggs is a monumental event, as there are three boys dying dozens of eggs, which leaves my sister-in-law scrubbing pastel colored fingerprints off the walls and my brother eating egg salad for lunch the two weeks following their visit.
This morning, my youngest nephew caught my cousin Greg in the kitchen.
"Cousin Greg, I want you to come visit us all the time for Easter." he says
"Sure buddy, we love coming to visit you."
"And on Halloween too," he continues.
"Well, I don't know if we can come for Halloween too." Greg says.
"And Valentine's Day; you have to come for Easter, Halloween and Valentine's Day."
"Oh, so all the holidays with candy, right?"
"Yeah." he answered, clearly indicating that in his mind, that was the only logical response.
Well, if you're going to have your favorite cousin come for the holidays, it might as well be the one where you can wear costumes or the ones that your parents allow you to be force fed colorful candies.
After all, what other reason is there to celebrate when you're four years old?