Okay, this Easter egg hunt thing is out of control. Our Lord is dead and risen and my family is still hiding Easter eggs for their own sick amusement.
We thought my grandmother would enjoy watching Regan hunt for eggs, and I spent way too much money on that dress to only be worn once, so we dressed her up and let her run wild in the yard. Unfortunately, she was more interested in playing with this plastic ball then hunting for eggs for the third time.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the eggs were filled with wheat thins?