Free range

The first time we came to Germany as a family was Easter the year before moving over. We stayed in the Friedrichshafen area, and everything went well, great bread, great schnitzel, although there was the language issue and the driving on the wrong side of the road, but everything seemed „normal“ not too unlike home… and then we were stopped at traffic lights near a church just before Good Friday. There was tapping on the car windows and painted hard boiled eggs were forced upon us…today at the supermarket the same thing happened (minus accosting at traffic lights, the cashier forced them on us).

I wonder if Jake eats egg shell, or do I need to peel them for him?