"Take, take, take, take, take!" she said as she gathered the shiny plastic eggs (that were expertly hidden by the young women earlier that morning).
And when one popped open on her and a pack of gummy bears fell out she tsked with disappointment and said, "Just trash! Why would the Easter Bunny put trash in here?!"
(I had to show her that the "trash" was full of gummy bears before she'd let me put it in her basket).
"Take, take, take!"
"Put, put, put, put, put..." she said as she dropped her armful of eggs one by one into her basket.
Why she decided gathering them up in her arms and running them to her basket was a better method than simply carrying her basket around, I'll never know. But that was her favoured method.
Here she is at the beginning before she decided to put her basket down:
I don't have many pictures of Alexander or Zoë hunting for eggs, since they were on the big-kid side (perhaps Rachel or Miriam got a picture of them), but here's Alexander looking for a golden egg that I spotted in this bush:
There! He found it!
Phoebe wanted it and he graciously gave her it because he'd already found a golden egg in a tree earlier that morning (there wasn't anything special inside; it's just special on the outside).
Here's Zoë with her haul:
To slow the big kids down, our primary president (Sister Wilson) told the kids that they could find five eggs and then they had to come back to colour part of a ginormous colouring sheet, high five one of the leaders, and then go off to find five more Easter eggs. Repeat as necessary.
The little kids got to colour whenever they wanted.
Here's Phoebe working hard on some magenta stripes:
And here are the kids discussing whether that little chick has lips or a beak:
Our little friend Hailey coloured in the beak orange and Alexander exclaimed, "Orange lips?!"
"Those aren't lips!" Zoë cackled. "That's a beak!"
"They look like lips," Alexander insisted.
And they kind of do...but they're also on a chick...and chicks don't have lips...so...
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