Before the big egg hunt, it is imperative to look tough and hunter-like. At stake are eggs, 600 of them to be exact, but even more important than eggs, and even more important than candy, are the bragging rights and title of 'the egg master' until next
Easter.
600 eggs between only three boys still equals a hecka' lot of eggs per child, as evidenced by the large garbage bags Jonah and Gable have here.
The aftermath.
Every year the eggs mysteriously come and every year there is a new theory based upon ages: did they fall from a helicopter? did a truck spill them? was it you mom? And every year there are more eggs covering more of our yard. And every year Scooby eats some and we find wrappers later when cleaning the yard....
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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3 comments:
600 eggs? ha ha ha your insane. That is a massive amount of eggs.
Daaaaaggg...I wanna have Easter at your place next year!! :)
Uh, what happened to your blog? I died.
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