Okay, we need to have a little discussion. Since when do 3 eggs warrant the title of Easter egg hunt? Seriously, are you kidding me...I'm mean, I don't even have to hunt for those. Mom, really? Have you no confidence in me? I seem to spot the remote and any phone from anywhere in the room. I am able to locate the one non-toy object in the pile of toys in the family room...you don't think I can find eggs hidden in the yard. I am embarrassed in your lack of faith in me.
I mean really, I was born to hunt for eggs and put them in a basket...except next year could we go a little bigger on the basket and maybe not so many polka dots?
Now that I found them...could you open them?
By the way, what's inside.
Ohhhh....goldfish! What a shocker...no candy for me!
I just need to make mention of the monkey (don't be fooled by his Easter bunny disguise) that the "Easter Bunny" left me...really every holiday? You all should have seen the creepy Valentine monkey mom gave me.
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