There is no way Little Mister is getting a drivable firetruck; we live on a steep hill. The only place to drive it is down to destruction. Luckily though, after church,
and a delicious Easter brunch (no photos of deliciousness), the Easter egg hunt was a success!
Note the boots. Entirely unnecessary and still the first choice of the boy.
Here was his basket:
The trucks were an immediate hit this morning when he saw them, and the jelly beans just flummoxed him more than anything. He tried a strawberry-flavored one (at least, I think that’s what it was; you know how it is with jelly bellies) and seemed to like the taste but was less impressed by the texture.
To be fair, I didn’t know until today that jelly beans could have an expiration date, which explains why I didn’t check for one before buying these. Oops. They were apparently a little old, and I’m not sure why Target was selling them in the first place, but I’ll have to let the kid try some decent candy to make up for it. (You can ignore that sentence, Charles!)
On a completely unrelated note, I happen to know that Easter candy is on sale starting tomorrow. Don’t think I’ll be buying any from Target, though.
But dyeing the eggs was fun for me; hunting them was fun for LM; and he found all 10 of them this afternoon, so no sulphuric surprises for us in six months. Happy Easter all around. Yay!