Where Are the Eggs?

After a record-breaking three Easter Egg hunts (at the church, Robbins, and Hunsakers), Jason is now asking "Where are the Eggs?" whenever we go to those places. He keeps walking around by bushes, hoping he'll find another egg. Maybe he will...

The Easter bucket we brought to the ward party was small, but he loved it and didn't seem to notice that all the other kids had much larger baskets. We helped him out by putting the overflowing eggs into our coat pockets. Jason still has room for improvement next year in his egg-hunting skills. At our first egg hunt he had fun filling up his bucket and then dumping the eggs back on the ground. We showed him what was inside to entice him to keep the eggs in his bucket, but then he just wanted to eat the candy in that one egg. He didn't grasp the concept of waiting and collecting now so you can enjoy more later.


Kyle and I were not the big winners at the Hunsaker egg hunt, but the nice thing about that hunt is that everyone is a winner, just not all big winners. Jason was the ultimate candy-monster and pilfered all his cousin's baskets.