Pre-Easter

My wife was off visiting a friend this morning, so I decided to take Troy to the park for an Easter egg hunt.  His daycare class had celebrated Easter last week, and he had a basket full of plastic eggs.  So, I packed him up in the car, stopped to get some donuts, and headed off to the park.  It was a beautiful morning, and we sat in the car, munching on donuts and talking about random nonsense like boys are wont to do.  A slight breeze blew through the open windows, bringing with it the fresh smell of life and wildflowers.  It was nice to just hang with my boy.

After we finished up our sugary breakfast, we unpacked the eggs and headed into the park.  I told Troy to turn around while I hid the eggs (although I'm pretty sure he peeked).  I tucked some in the tall, lush grass.  Some were sitting on tree branches or in nooks in the bark.  Some were nestled between the tree roots.  And some were cleverly hidden under a leaf or stick on the ground.  With a little prompting, Troy meticulously found them all.  Then, he decided to hide them again for me.

Let's just say that his hiding skills were not quite as advanced as mine.  For the most part, he just dumped the contents of the basket out on the grass, casually tossed a few eggs here and there, and then proceeded to pull up giant clumps of grass and cover the eggs.  He was so confident that he had outsmarted me, that I pretended to stumble around cluelessly looking for the eggs.  Finally, growing tired of my stupidity, Troy put me out of my misery and showed me where to look.

He was pretty much done after that, and he wanted me to take him to a playground to play.  So, we packed up, coordinated to meet my wife, and went to see the chickens...the true makers of Easter eggs!