We spent Easter at the cabin. It has become a tradition for us. The Easter Bunny has even learned to find us in the woods.
We arose Easter morning around the crack of dawn to go on a search for the Easter baskets. We have a mischievous little bunny who must hide the baskets. Keegan started the hunt and found Eli’s basket in a matter of moments. That crazy bunny wasn’t thinking well when he hid that basket. The remaining basket may or may not have needed a little adult intervention to find. Just in the nick of time too. Stupid rabbit!
While the boys fingered happily through their baskets, oogling over their new Pokemon cards, I put together some pancakes while my honey went on the hunt for syrup. I set the table and called the boys unwillingly away from their loot. While they munched on breakfast I headed outdoors.
Tradition in our house is that the egg hunt is all done by the parents. All goodies are provided by the parents. All eggs are hidden by the parents. And an egg hunt at the cabin? Well, it SHOULD be priceless.
The rules are simple. Find the eggs. At the end of the hunt, when all eggs are gathered, we head indoors to equally divvy up the loot. Sounds simple, right?
It started off well. Each boy had a bucket. There were a maximum of 28 eggs to hunt. They were centralized in the front and side yards of the cabin. All eggs in areas that the children are able to go. Some hidden in plain sight, others hidden with more thought behind them. The boys are great at helping me with the hidden picture games. This should be a snap.
The proverbial gun sounded and they were off. Each boy headed in their own direction. The obvious eggs were found pretty rapidly. Then the hard part started.
Enter the Hunger Games. The virtual arena with the cornucopia of supplies in the middle. We were Haymitch – sending in clues like supplies. Only, all of the contestants could hear the calls and ran in the same direction. Thank goodness no weapons were within reach. The blood and gore would have offended even the residents of Panem. As it was, the yelling of the contestants and the breaking up of fights by the onlookers was enough to disturb the peace and calm of the wild outdoors.
It continued this way for several moments until the whining of tired little boys was too much to handle. We were ready to run into the mouths of the wolf mutts. So we do a quick count to determine the number of eggs left in the hunt. One. One lonely egg. One boy with 14, the other with 13. The Capitol quickly does a replay of the games. It is concluded that the older boy would wait on the steps while the younger boy went for the kill free from stalking. Fortunately the location of the remaining egg is not forgotten. The trooper is guided to the precise location, without being told exactly where to go, and the final egg is discovered.
And everyone was happy.
The lesson was learned to never, Never, NEVER do an egg hunt with tired boys. EVER again.