At Easter the Stepanian family traditionally has Egg Fights. It's a pretty big deal. Each person chooses what they think is the heartiest looking Easter egg and takes a turn to hit another person's egg. End to end. Last egg standing wins. Pretty simple.
I must say, the skills my dad has passed down have served me well. I was on vacation in the French Rivera when a 1980 Mini decided to hit my 2000 Opel. Like we were eggs or something.


When this car
runs into
that car
who will win?
The really cute, little car was totalled. Screeching, crashing, clattering, etcetera. His brakes locked, hood flew up, tire was at an ungodly angle and .... I have a 2 inch scratch. Put your bets on the newer, bluer car. I've officially been in my first accident. No injuries. WHEW!