We would have arrived on time to Aunt Linda's Easter egg hunt extravaganza, but we had temporary brain lapses and passed her house 3 times before we recognized where she lives. And by the time we pulled in, well, every last egg had been collected.
Maggie was crushed. Or else she thought she saw a kitty. She hates kitties which makes the irony of her favorite shirt so hysterical.
Luckily, though, our kids have awesome cousins who sprung into action and tossed handfuls of eggs onto the lawn for our kids to scurry about and gather! Hurray for cousins saving the day!