We had a little egg hunt for one at our house yesterday. I hid 8 eggs inside the house and the hubs took the headlamp to hide 8 more around the front yard the night before (you apparently HAVE TO HIDE THEM OUTSIDE…).
Kid merrily found eggs inside Easter morning. It rained awhile outside, so the Kid and the hubs hunted the yard later. He made a lot of hand motions and yelled “hey, come over here!” as he led her around the big, messy yard. Kid eventually found 7 eggs.
“I wonder if there are any more….?” We grownups kept saying. We finally gave up.
The Kid, however, did not. She snuck her eggs back outside in her own hiding places, and then said “hey, Daddy, come see! Come see!” (HEY, WHO’S LEADING THIS HUNT? I wondered)
She led him all over the yard. But her biggest surprise occurred when she called “hey, Daddy, come see!” only to see not just the egg she hid that afternoon at the base of tree, but coincidentally, the 8th egg hidden the night before in the nook of the same tree a foot above hers.
As her eyes popped out, the hubs thought, “oh, yeah, that’s where that is.”
I’m still not sure who played the best Easter Bunny.
Maybe next year, she could orchestrate the whole affair.
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I’m pretty sure she was telling the truth, though. About that best mommy thing. Right?
