I was talking to my Brother the other day about Easter when we were very young. My Father was always up early at weekends making us breakfast and getting Mum her cup of tea in bed.
At Easter we had eggs for breakfast and Dad would always draw faces on them and use food dyes to colour the water so they were sometimes blue, green or pink.
This morning my big Brother walked round to my home to give me my egg to boil with a face on it. As this one had a beard I've called it Egg-Bert but if it had been a girl egg it would have been called Shell-ie. I understand the eggs Mother was called Hen-rietta, no Father was involved with this egg but it might have been called Chook- Berry.
Enough of my madness, perhaps you might have another name for my egg, come on I'm not yoke-ing.
I think your family sound lovely! Your dad was a treasure & sounds like your brother is following in his footsteps. How kind he is to his sister! I can't better your name!
