Our Easter egg hunt started out wonderfully- well, if you’re me anyway. It was just Angel + Mom & Dad, and as soon as Angel had found exactly two eggs he triumphantly returned to me and declared that we should eat them.
Obviously this wasn’t so awesome for Daddy Dear ; )
You can’t exactly accuse him of being greedy!
Even at 3 it takes quite a bit of prodding and encouraging to get him to find -all- of the hidden gems. Usually tasks like this take more time than Daddy has patience for and he excitedly begins ‘finding’ eggs to ‘help’.
But he makes his way.
And he pets a bunny, because he is sorry to take his friend.
The moments or ‘glory’ are my favorite. My not favorite? Realizing in a rare get-down-to-his-level moment that there are rusty screws poking out beneath the boxes. I love that sticking-out tongue!
There’s something special about these eggs.
We treated him to nicer chocolate, Lindt, Ghirardelli, Ferrero etc. Too bad he ate all of his and the extra I had bought for me!