Easter Monday Celebration

Remember last year how I lamented that no one likes to share {Easter Monday} with me? Well, this year I took matters into my own hands and invited my family over for the Hungarian festivities. 

Mind you, in Hungary you don't have to invite people, they just come spontaneously. Here's the cliff's note's version of the holiday: On the Monday following Easter the girls get dolled up and dye red easter eggs and make yummy goodies. The boys get gussied up and go around visiting all the women they know (relatives, girlfriends, neighbors, etc.) The boys will recite a poem to the girls about how beautiful they are and what not and then they will spritz the girl with water or perfume--it's meant to help them to continue to  grow pretty like a flower.  

My mother was a dear and took Maggie for the afternoon, allowing me to make this:

{Paprikas Csirke (Chicken Paprikash for you Angol speakers)}

{and Nokedli}

A prayer was said (in Hungarian of course), then Clara rode a bike around the yard while we ate. The child never eats. Well, she might have eaten some jello. So, that's good.

Then the party moved inside for the real fun. Each guest was asked to compose a "sprinkling" poem.

How may you tell if you're Lady or Tramp?

The latter is dry... the former is damp

Neither appear nor act like a doggy

The tramp will be parched, the lady soggy.

- Joel

Have any a rash?

Or perhaps a few zits?

I'll give her a splash

and indeed a few spritz

For in this magical potion of mine

Is liver of newt and sinew of swine

Believe me or not

I will give you my word

Whatever you've got

With this spray shall be cured.

- Joel

Meridee is the prettiest girl from earth or outer space,

So, consequently, I'm going to squirt some water in her face.

- Lind  (my pops)

Lincoln (age 7) had 2 rhyming couplets:

I will get you wet

If you fly a jet.

- Lincoln

and because he's recently become the master of bird watching:

I will give you a spray

if you catch a Jay.

- Lincoln

Asher's dear verse was barely audible, I'm afraid, but he sure was glad to get his daddy in the face with the squirt bottle.

Mom had 2 great poems. The first was an acrostic:

Spritzing

People

Requires our

Interest in

Nuzzling and

Kissing them--

Lind

Especially

-Meridee (my ma)

Take this... and that.

Sprinkle--spray

In your face and on your hair.

Don't be sad, and don't be

 mad!

I only do it because I care.

Psssssssst!

- Meridee

Dan was the only participant to steal his poem from {the world wide interweb}. But he was also the only one to invent actions to accompany the recitation. It was so good, we had him do it several times. 

Then I wrote a little limerick: (In order to get the rhyme scheme, you'll have to know that Budapest is pronounced Budapesht.)

There was a fair beauty from Budapest

Who always was primped, polished, well-dreshed.

The boys came a-squirting,

'Twas their way of flirting,

And they left her quite drenched but impreshed.

- Megan (that's me.)