Not wanting to be accused of being a spendthrift,
we squeezed all the fun possible out of our Easter eggs.
First off, there was The Coloring of Easter eggs with Grandma while I was busy with something else.
Then there was The Hunt, alternating between front and back yard
(and refereeing of children who wanted to do the hiding).
And lastly, there was the well-known pastime, The Easter Egg Shoot.
No one was going to eat any of the eggs, so why not use them for target practice?
It was an eggs-ceptional idea.
Really, no yoke.
Andrew's quite the crack-shot.
I handed off the baby to my gun-totin' hubby and took a turn. Perfect shot!
I think this is destined to become a family tradition.
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