By now you are probably about as tired as I am of Easter Egg Hunts. But there was one more we went to at our RV park. They had kind of a cool setup in that there were three different areas to serach in for three different age groups. However, they had this idea of having one egg in each area with a ticket for a big prize basket out of the many they scattered around. The rest of the eggs were filled with crappy candy. In my view, and I think everyone except the prize winner would agree with me, it would have been better to take the money it cost to put together three prize baskets and use it to put little toys in each egg. Seriously! I guess that Vegas is too into luck to do something sensible and fair.
Anyway, Zorah ran out there with the rest of them, not knowing that the eggs would be filled with crap. As you can see, she was accompanied by the doll from yesterday's hunt, whom she dubbed Cinderella.
She had fun with the hunt itself, but when she opened her eggs she was upset. There was nothing for her in there. I gave her a hug and pointed out that some of her friends didn't even get to go to the Easter Egg Hunt, and that she had had three of them in one week. It was scant comfort, but enough to turn her tears into sniffles.
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