You know that joke about old people hiding their own Easter eggs? Well, it used to be funny.
Let me set the stage for ya…this morning before any of my PEEPS were awake, I went out in my pj’s and hid about 6 dozen eggs. I don’t care how old you get…Easter egg hunts are fun.
Sensing that my three teens might not share my enthusiasm, I thought I’d sweeten the pot. I emptied my wallet and filled 4 of the eggs with money. 2-20′s, a 10, and a 1. I made a mental note of where I hid the money eggs.
Fast forward…we went to church (which was awesome…they had a drumline…totally amazing) and then went to brunch.
We came home a did the Easter basket festivities (another tradition I refuse to give up no matter how old my children get!) and then it was time for the Easter egg hunt.
Wanna see how my little “pot sweetening” bribery worked out? Even Riley got in on the action.
Typical boys…full speed ahead, throwing elbows, tripping, you name it…
Hannah is more of a “slow and steady wins the race” kinda girl.
Anyway, the kids scooped up 71 of the 72 eggs and quickly realized that the 72nd egg contained a $20.
All eyes were on me. “Mom, where’d you hide the last egg?”
Confused panic sweeps across my face.
Jim shakes his head and laughs and says, “It’s official. You can now hide your own Easter eggs.”