This was the first year Peeper truly did an Easter egg hunt—and she made up for lost time.
Our friend had hidden dozens of plastic eggs in her back yard. We let the kids loose, and Peeper delighted in each egg she found.
At first, she put them all in Eric’s pockets, since we forgot to bring her a basket. (Noobs.) Then a one-year-old friend lent her his, and all bets were off.
Peeper ventured into the baby area, where eggs were simply strewn across the lawn. “I found SO MANY EGGS!” she yelled, showing her full basket to anyone who would listen.
Then it began to rain. We all went inside to say our goodbyes and eat a last deviled egg (or eight). But Peeper did not bother with such trifles.
Instead, she found another kid’s basket and without any hesitation emptied the entire thing into her basket.
You gotta admit, she’s resourceful.
To all who celebrate, happy Easter!
