On the Hunt

Our church put on an Easter brunch and egg hunt for the kids this weekend. It was a little wet out, but not too bad for March in Western Washington. Jane had her new pink Easter basket (bucket, really) and was ready to go. Despite several reminders to gather as many eggs as possible, she continually found herself distracted by the allure of opening the eggs to discover the prize inside.

Little did I know that after the hunt, her dad emptied the candy from all of the eggs and stuffed it in her pockets. When I went looking for it later that afternoon, I discovered what little was left and was told it was to be a secret between the two of them.