Today was the annual Easter Egg Hunt. Where kids are there just to have fun and the parents are there to take pictures. Events like this can be fun, but can also piss me off. I am the type of parent where I’ll get there an hour early, save a place for my kids, and wait for the event. It’s the way my parents did it, and as a kid, I appreciated it. However, there are some parents who do not practice the same behavior, and this is what frosts my cookies. We got there with plenty of time to spare, and sure enough some people tried cutting in front of me. (Notice I said tried… you’d be surprised what a few accidental elbows and dirty looks will do) Call me petty or mean… fine. But don’t get in my kids way. (I take that animal instinct thing to heart)Anyhow we got out on the field. And we told Jeffrey our plan, run to the back and you’ll find the most eggs. They started counting down, and the minute they hit one, Jeffrey took off.
He ran out in front of everyone, most kids just walked to the closest egg. Aaron and I were walking fast and laughing most the time, it was funny. Alexis participated, as well. 
She sat as and wanted to eat the eggs. After a while, she got tangled up with the basket and gave up. 
Later in the day, we dyed Easter Eggs. Jeffrey had a blast.
He felt he had to have an egg in each color, or he wasn’t doing anything. I tried giving Lexi an egg, but once again she tried eating it. 
So, she just hung out, and was a trooper. Aaron, as usual, tried mixing the colors and tested my patience. (I am one of those people who have to have order)
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