Easter Sunday, we were over at my parents' house. My nieces were late, because they were flying home from their spring break trip in Mexico with Becky and Steven. My mom put together some eggs and candy for the girls to find, but misplaced the bag of eggs, so she asked us to find the bag before the girls' arrived. There was even a prize involved!
So the four of us (me, Dave, Rachel and my mom) get up and start looking. We're pretty competitive, so we're running all over the place opening cupboards and closets trying to be the first to find the eggs and claim the prize.
But we couldn't find the eggs. We searched and searched. In the kitchen. In the living room. The laundry. The garbage. The garage. The basement. My parents' bedroom. Everywhere. We exhausted every possible hiding place and couldn't find the eggs!
We even asked St. Anthony to help us.
We questioned whether or not my mom really put together the eggs or if she was delusional.
We questioned whether the dog, Nels, stole the eggs and ate the candy.
We questioned whether my dad stole the eggs and ate the candy.
My nieces arrived and we still couldn't find the eggs.
Dave asks, "So what's the prize?"
He's backing up towards the laundry room, saying, "I have an idea." (My nieces are playing school down in the basement.)
He comes back out of the laundry room with a bag of eggs. "So what's the prize?" he asks again and smirking.
Did Dave find the eggs earlier in the day and kept us all in the dark?!?
He says he didn't....but I have my suspicions.
And the prize was....well, there was no prize, except the satisfaction of saving the Easter egg hunt for the girls!