On Palm Sunday, our church had it's annual Easter Egg Hunt after church. The turn out was pretty good and the kids had a blast. We ate lunch in the fellowship hall then dyed eggs while some of the adults hid plastic eggs. Then the hunt was on. If we would've let Blake down on the ground no doubt he would've found something to put in his basket but it probably wouldn't have been eggs. I take that back- it would've made it to his mouth before the basket so scratch that. Grandpa carried him around and they hunted for eggs. I think Grandpa was getting a little aggressive trying to outrun other kids to get Blake an egg. Just Kidding but it was pretty funny!
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