On Easter I was ready after dinner to hunt for some pagan eggs. I had changed out of church going clothes and was ready for action!
One of the first eggs--of course my paparazzi were asking for me to hold up my prize.
With some of the eggs I needed a little help.
It really is spring here--doesn't my Great Uncle and Aunt's back yard look beautiful.
Although there was no competition I felt the need to run!!!!
Once I had found all 22 eggs I got a congratulatory high five from my Great Uncle Ted.
I started to distribute my spoils to my loyal fans.
One of the eggs once it got wet was a towel which had a train on it--so I needed to do my train impression for the crowd.
Once I had the towel I felt like I needed to do my Jesus impression and wash some feet.
Here I am with my loyal fans.
This is dog's name is Bonnie--she was not allowed to look for eggs so she needed a little comfort.
Hope you all had a great Easter...He is risen indeed!!!
what a pretty place to hunt for eggs...and are you ever the center of attention!!
ReplyDeletethe label still conjures up idol-worshipping chickens. That's what I get for growing up on Gary Larson. Adios Amoebas
ReplyDeletechickens who worship idols? 22 eggs for one little boy to find--you worked hard!
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