Easter Saturday Egg Drop

You might remember our family tradition of a late summer egg drop from a few years ago.  Each kidlet made their own contraption to hold a raw egg that was dropped from a significant height onto the ground.  The first year we dropped them from the upstairs balcony, but that location was deemed unfair after Mr. SP’s egg landed in a bush and didn’t break like the others.  After that we moved to dropping eggs from a ladder in the driveway.  We missed dropping eggs the last two summers, and my kidlets have been utterly disgusted about that since they reminded me about dropping the eggs at least 2371 times each summer.

When they learned that we were staying home for Easter rather than traveling this year, they suggested that Saturday would be the perfect egg drop day.  YaYa asked her friend who was coming over that day if she’d like to participate.  Lots of thought went into the egg contraptions.  Several kidless were nearly beside themselves waiting for the appointed drop time.  The stakes were high:  intact eggs meant no work or practicing for the rest of the day.  

Mr. SP had been planning for months a contraption that involved placing the egg inside a tennis ball that was padded with cloth and placed inside a tupperware container.

Mr. TOF put some yarn in the bottom of a plastic dish and put a lid on top of the egg.

The Banana wrapped and wrapped her egg, put it in a plastic container, and then wrapped that egg with cloth and placed it in a cardboard box.

YaYa developed a rocket ship for her egg.  Inside the egg was wrapped in the cup from an egg carton, held in place with rubber bands, wrapped in cloth.  The rocket was Christened “Mr. Alfred” and the name was affixed to the outside in English and Russian.

YaYa’s friend, who might be a genius, wrapped her egg in cloth, nestled it into a paper pyramid, sealed it with duct tape, and stuck pencils out all the ends so that the contraption would land on the pencil and not the egg.  

Time to drop!  I had originally planned on the treehouse, but it snowed and there was too much snow on the ground beneath the treehouse for a forceful landing, so we moved back to using the ladder and the driveway.

Mr. Trouble on Feet was first.  His egg broke.

The Banana was next.  All that padding did the trick, because the egg was whole and sound. 

YaYa’s friend was next.  Another success!

Mr. SP was anticipating the drop the most.  He was sure that tennis ball would do the trick this year.  Bummer!  

YaYa went last, and her egg also survived!  There was much rejoicing.