Hello Everyone.
Yesterday we had our annual Easter egg hunt. It was a struggle to get my 3 1/2-year-old daughter Neva to finish her cherished peaches for breakfast, she was so anxious to get started. Of course, having already eaten the ears off her solid chocolate Easter bunny may also have played a part in that!
On our way out to the yard, Neva, bounding down the stairs, basket in hand, was precise about what role each of us was to play in the hunt.
"I'll be the picker. Mommy, you be the keeper. And Daddy, you are the finder."
"And what will Milo do," I asked about her 10-month-old brother.
"He can watch out for dinosaurs."
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
