Caved

I thought we had made it through the day without any problems regarding the lack of an egg hunt on Sunday. My dad and my mother-in-law had been over for a nice ham dinner, the dishes were done and our guests had left; then, around 5:30 in the afternoon, Curtis asked about the egg hunt. He volunteered to stuff the plastic eggs and hide them -- so we got the baskets and plastic eggs out of the attic and away we went. We got the candy in the eggs and then Curtis headed out to hide them. He did a pretty good job.


Peter had already headed back to school and Trevor was at work so Katie, Jonathan and Curtis were the only ones to enjoy the hunt, although it didn't look like Katie was enjoying it that much.
So, I think the stage has been set for no hunt next year, although you never know...