
Yesterday, which was Easter, we went to church in the morning. When we returned home, we had a little egg hunt in our front yard before going to some friends' house for Easter dinner. We hid real hard-boiled eggs for Skylar and Bart to find, and several painted tin eggs for Drake to find. Drake is pretty hard on Easter eggs. Convinced that they're "balls", he never fails to throw them, and he's got a pretty good arm. So, Skylar and Bart turned the egg hunt into a competition, as usual. They had each found the exact same number of eggs, when George told them there was only one egg left to find and he hinted to them that it was in the area of our mailbox. So both kids take off running right away, only Skylar sets her basket down first, but Bart hangs on to his. It was a recipe for disaster. They both reach the mailbox at the same time, but - boom! - Bart trips & tips his basket, and there go some of the hard-boiled eggs, flying into the street. One of them even rolls across into the neighbors' yard. Of course he was distraught, and it didn't help matters that George videotaped it all and we were laughing like hyenas the whole time. That's the great part of having kids, right? Making fun of them?


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