Growing Up Fast
I’d planned to take my youngest to the park for the public egg-hunt this year, but she didn’t want to go. She said she was too big to be hunting Easter eggs. I reckon she’s almost a teenager – she’ll be 13 next month – but I was mighty disappointed. I think I enjoy watching the children root around in the park for those eggs just about as much as the kids enjoy doing it. It makes me feel right old for my youngest to be “too big” for a good ol’ Easter-egg hunt.
That’s all for now. Take care, y’all!