Tradition around here dictates that Easter baskets are hunted for by being given clues. At least if you're still of age, that is. This year we enlisted Pap to do the clues himself and they came home by courier (Thing One, who'd finished an extended visit). He did an outstanding job, ranging all over, inside and outdoors. Thing Three was delighted!
One in the mailbox out front, one in the tractor out back
One in the decade-ish old lean-to built by Thing One probably our first year here
One on the playhouse roof and one in the terrarium in Thing One's room. I should probably explain that the TP was a welcome home prank and that the bedroom is not normally decorated as such...
Haha, and in the STINKY pond still awaiting the most unpleasant task of leaf removal
Thing One cackling upon the realization that one of the clues was tucked near Triskal's ashes so that "she could be part of the fun."
On the grill on the deck and one on Bosley Underfoot
Basket acquired and devoured within three days. Glad we can keep our dentist in business. 😬
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