So, the kids are getting a little older. We didn't color eggs this year. I think the kids forgot about Easter, but they'll certainly remember it soon.
I boiled a dozen eggs and hid them in pretty difficult places. Normally I try to keep things simple, but the kids are getting too old for the partially exposed egg sitting next to the flowers on the table.
I put together little rhyming hints for each hidden egg and added a little bunny image to the page. I printed two out, rolled them up into little scrolls and tied a bow on them with some yarn. I hung it on some yarn in front of their closed door so they'll find it when they wake up.
Soon there will be no more egg hunts. They're just getting too old to care about things like that anymore. So I relish these little days of childhood I can still con them into with little twists. Behind the cries of "Aww dad, we're not little kids anymore" I know they're secretly having fun and are happy that I'm still able to take the fall for tricking them into being a kid when they really don't want to be one anymore.
Yes, I'm making them find those damn eggs and remain my little kids for just one more day whether they like it or not.