I’m writing this tonight before all the doctrine of love and the talk of a risen Lord is on our minds and in our service. Because while that is lovely, my current easter hang up is the egg hunt. Ok fine it was cold so lets do it inside the church. Okie dokie. Last year I froze my tookis off so it was a welcome change.
Run down of the rules, ten egg limit, little kids go first. On your marks you drooling little ones who are about to explode, get set you toddling little basket-is-bigger-than-you-are cute little imps with mamas and cameras following you as you prepare to claim victory in the form of a little plastic egg, GO!
Those just learning to walk are carefully navigating the spaces while the more seasoned swayurs of wabbits and the wike are skillfully covering ground that may have been looked over by the more “green” of the company. Baskets fill, hiding places are found, it is time to view the spoils. Back to the cultural hall!
Starry eyed and proud to the gills the little hunters return victorious and begin to examine the loot. Laffy Taffy. Bit-O-Honey? Atomic Fireballs?!!? Well wait open these, too. Those too? Really that’s all? In all of them? Seriously?????
The average age of the kids present was three. They couldn’t open the wrappers by themselves and when one rogue toddler dared to rip the icy celophane from the cheery red gumball imposter he got a mouthful of “oh no noo oh n….. maaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaa! It hurts !!!!!!!(red slimy spit spilling all over while he tries to rid himself of if) Poor kiddo.
So anyway, way to go on the candy choice, activities folks. Wouldn’t want your job, but am nonetheless questioning judgement on that one. No chocolate? Nothing soft? No candy a little kid with say three teeth could handle? Perhaps something not famous for burning the tender mouths of children or removing teeth before their time?
Now excuse me, I need to go IRON some clothes so my family looks like I “know” something as we sit in church hoping that my outright flumberment (not a word? should be!) over the egg hunt candy choice doesn’t spill over into the more pressing messages of the day. Deeep breath. I can do this. I can stay on target. I can do it. See look:
He is Risen. The candy doesn’t really Matter.
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