Our church's annual Easter Egg hunt was today, and even though I was at the "Excitement filled event known as the International Home Furnishings Market", I forced myself to sneak away for a few hours. See, today was Trots first ever Easter Egg hunt, and there was no way I was gonna miss it if I could help it.
He seemed to enjoy himself, though he was only interested in holding 1 egg in each hand at a time: the concept of putting them in the basket as he went is not something he's quite grasped yet. They do the hunt in stages by age, so I got to see Rakes and Ciera do theirs as well.
I know an Easter Egg hunt does not seem like a big deal to most people: they just grow up so fast now I don't want to miss anything. Won't be too long and Ciera will have outgrown this kind of thing. Rakes will probably want to be doing it when he's 20: he had a blast. Though he wanted to stop picking them up to eat the candy before it was over. Note to self: teach Rakes about the killer instinct.
Ciera was mad she did not get more that 12: she has got the killer instinct down pat. All the better for when them young punks come calling. Between my gun and her attitude, maybe I can keep 'em at bay.
Felt kind of good sneaking away to see my kids today: just my way of giving the man the middle finger whenever I can. Baseball tomorrow, Cards vs. Mets, then finally, thankfully, mercifully, the REAL season starts in KC on Monday.
Schilling vs. Meche.