And I’ve been waiting A LONG time.Like, 32 years, to be exact.
Yes, I’ve never done an easter egg hunt. Believe it.
Thanks to my fanatically religious grandma, I spent my childhood easters in church, getting amateurly-decorated eggs blessed and sins forgiven. Not hopping around my backyard looking for chocolate. But I am not sure there’s a greater sin than denying a child the blessing that is Kinder eggs hidden behind couch cushions. Seriously? I’m not sure whose idea this was exactly…but I’m willing to worship at his or her altar.
Cy had a pretty good time too, I think. he was a little surprised when I wrestled him for the remaining Kinder eggs, but he was a good sport about it in the end.