Today we spent the morning at an Easter Egg Hunt that I used to participate in when I was a little girl. At the time, I was too old to do the hunt, but I helped with the carnival that ran simultaneously. I remember making endless batches of cotton candy, helping with face-painting, etc.
One nice thing about moving back to where I grew up is that I can point out things to Bunny and Wallie that I used to do when I was a kid. They get a huge kick out of that. The park where the hunt was held was my "neighborhood" park. I grew up down the street, a short bike ride away. I pointed out all the places I used to play hide and seek with friends, all the places I used to ride my bike, where my friends and I would "picnic" after stopping at the mini mart for junk food.
Today's hunt was frenzied and fun. The girls collected their fair share of eggs. The sign at the park said "No more than 12 eggs per child." When I reminded the girls not to take more than 12 eggs, J. added, "You can take less than 12, you don't have to find twelve."
"Oh, yeah." I thought, suddenly wondering if I was teaching my kids to be greedy. Once the hunt started I could clearly see that there weren't enough eggs for all the participants. I nudged Bunny further back to avoid the frenzy of kids who stopped immediately in place to scavenge for eggs. We ended up in the dark underbrush where, because of the yellow caution tape that was cordoning off the hunt area, I wondered if we'd find eggs nestled against a dead body. (But that's just me and the way I think.)
The girls examined each others' loot, decided they wanted to eat their chocolate lollipops first and happily licked them all the way home.
Happy Easter everyone!
And look! (Some "edited") Photos!
And she's off!
Is that a toe or an egg?
Bunny's favorite egg.
Wallie's favorite eggs.
Gimme some chocolate.
