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Monday, April 12, 2004

Easter just wouldn't be the same without egg-hunting. Or, in my case...egg-hiding.
Sunday I was in charge of hiding eggs for two different age groups which meant half were stealthily hidden in drain pipes and other various nooks and crannies, while the remaining half were dropped haphazardly into the grass in plain sight, as people do when hiding eggs for the very young.
This year happens to be my nephew's first year to hunt. I couldn't wait for him to scream like a girl every time he found one.
He caught on to the game immediately and lost interest just as quickly. A plastic tricycle proved more fun. The fact he is too young to ride is no bother to him. He simply pushes it from one end of the lawn to the other.
The egg hunt came to an end when all of the hiding places had been found by the neighborhood children and their egg-sniffing dog.

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