Merlin preserve me.
All right, munchkins, let's work on getting these eggs colored so they're ready for the Easter Bunny! . . . No, we aren't going to eat them just yet. And since when do you eat eggs, anyway? You do not, you argue that they look like snot and refuse to touch them---have I got to put memories of this into Papa's pensieve as proof? Don't test me, Muffin, just fetch the bloody eggs.