Ever year my Uncle John would stop at my Grandma's when we were dying eggs. Before the dying began he would take an egg, and with a white crayon, he would draw question marks and write "the mystery egg" and the year on it. He would then hide it back in the bunch of undyed eggs. Who ever dipped their egg in dye and discovered they got the mystery egg got a prize. One year a pez dispenser, one year a back scratcher. Just something little.
My Uncle John passed away suddenly this February, however this is a tradition that will not die with him.
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