So in keeping with that tradition:
But that's where the similarity to the tradition ends, as we were already out of eggs and I had to go to the store to purchase more! I further broke from the spirit of the day by purchasing ice cream and cookies/candy toppings!!! Oh well, maybe next year we'll follow the tradition more closely, but the milkshake Karl made with that contraband sure was tasty!
PS On a somewhat unrelated note: I was completely taken aback by a screaming fit that Henry pulled at our checkout when the aforementioned candy was taken from his possession. Question: How do you discipline in public places? The screaming stopped when the cashier returned the candy to him. Though I was really so shocked at his behavior I didn't know how to respond. We've always been able to communicate so well between his signing and speaking, that tantrums of that sort are a distinct rarity. He resumed the tantrum at the car when I wouldn't return the candy to him [he had voluntarily relinquished control when we got to the car.] and I had no problem laying down the law there--it was the public nature of the screaming fit that left me speechless. I welcome your insights and experience ;)