In case you’re not aware, Easter is approaching. Parents have a built-in reminder that Easter is near: the wide-eyed glee on the faces of children, who apparently like nothing more than dipping eggs in bowls of colorful vinegar.

Exhibit one:

Conclusion: Iris likes Easter.

Exhibit two:

Conclusion: Alden likes Easter.

Exhibit three:

Conclusion: Kato, though a bit perplexed about why everyone is so worked up about discolored eggs, has a sense that something fun is afoot and, being a budding conformist, also likes Easter.

Which is what we call consensus.

And what’s not to like? When else does one encounter so many colors?

When else is the world so awash in possibility?

As fun as it is to dye eggs, a group of children inevitably reaches that sad point at which no more white eggs remain. At this moment, there are two choices: sit around sulking or…

…make cookies.

We opted for the latter route, if only because cookies taste better than tears.

Cookie making provided another opportunity to celebrate the rainbow.

And celebrate we did, our efforts made all the more gratifying by a jar of sprinkles.

I’m not sure if Alden understands that the actual Easter hasn’t happened yet.

I’m not sure that it matters.