This past Saturday, Anya’s former sitter, T., was helping organize an Easter Eggstravaganza in town (pancake breakfast, pics with the bunny, egg hunt). We decided to go because (A) we really like T, (B) it was for a great cause (Relay For Life), and (C) Anya loves her some egg hunting. I have to admit I was a bit sad because the event fell on a scrapbook day. This meant I missed two and a half hours of prime crafty time. But, we make sacrifices for our kids, ya know? I was also sad because it was chilly and cloudy, so Anya couldn’t wear her cute new sundress and the pictures wouldn’t be as awesome as last year’s. So, for me, the day started out kind of sad.

We had to take both vehicles to town because I planned to leave for crafty time right after the egg event. Anya and I got there first, got out of the car, and stopped. There were flocks of little kids heading back from the hunting grounds with their baskets full of eggs. I was confused. I checked my clock. I checked the time on the sign. I thought, maybe I am just confused and hallucinating the eggy baskets. I started to prepare Anya for a very likely lack of egg hunt, and we walked on over. There was one small flock of kids and parents with empty baskets near the hunting ground. They looked sad and perplexed. Since I felt sad and perplexed, there was an instant kinship.

“Did we miss it?” I asked.
“Yup.”
“But, it’s not 10:30 yet.”

Andy arrived, and I had to share with him the sad news. We missed it. Anya was sad because no egg hunt; I was sad because two and a half hours, and Andy was sad because this was his day to sleep in. We tried to make the most of things, so we moved on to pics with the bunny. Anya didn’t want to have her picture taken; she wanted to take the pictures. So, she did.

We tried to herd her back over somewhere near the bunny for a picture. She ran.

I tried to convince her the bunny was sweet and nice, but even I was scared to pet him on the head. I think it was the bow tie.

No one seemed to know what happened with the premature release of the hunters. Possibly the person in charge needed a new watch battery. More likely, I think, the little kids were so hyper and excited and WANT EGGS NOW that they overran the poor person in charge, maybe even knocked her over or buried her in pancakes, and went wild like the feral people kids around candy are.

While I headed out to be crafty, Andy and Anya stopped at the store for some candy to put into eggs at home for a little egg hunt of their own. I haven’t heard any sad tales of the egg hunt that didn’t happen, so I think everything turned out fine.