I have a deep, dark family secret. It involves the annual easter egg hunt. I am the oldest of 4 on my mom's side of the family. The youngest is 25. We never stopped the hunt for eggs. Our parents still hide them every year. Even when I had children of my own, we did not stop. Granted, we give them a 30 second head start, but then it's ON. It has grown from the original 4 to include my hubby, my sister-in-law, her sister and husband, one of my brother's friends and his wife, and now my husband's brother and wife. Oh, and a few kids.
The trash talking started early yesterday. My cousin traded in her platform sandals for a pair of tennis shoes. I had the number 17 stuck in my head. Must beat 17. That was last year. I didn't win. This year will be different. Finally, the 50 something year old parents have hid the eggs for their late 20's, early 30 year old children and their children. Let the kids go. Then we're off!! I run down a path towards the creek and my 11 year old cousin is close behind. Focus, must focus. Man, I wish I hadn't finished that last glass of wine. I run back towards the house, right through the mud, not slowing down past the 2 years old picking up eggs. Must win this year! Victory! 23 eggs! Wait, sister-in-law's sister has 28. She probably stole her kid's eggs. Well, there's always next year.
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