On Easter morning the children wake to find hundreds of chocolate eggs hidden all over the house. It takes all of ten minutes for them to sweep through the downstairs and collect them.
After the hunt I spied one that they had missed sitting atop my bulletin board.
"There's still one egg," we told the girls.
It drove them crazy and we agreed that they would get one clue a day until the last egg was found.
Well, a day ago I was in the kitchen when all of the sudden I heard Alexandra squealing, "I found it! I found the last egg!!" She had just been standing there, not even looking, when all of the sudden it popped out at her.
As far as I can see, that was in fact the final egg. But it never fails that sometime in mid-July someone stumbles across one that has rolled under a bed or something.
