It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Easter

I thought for sure Clara would finally have a holiday celebration on one of her school days. Since there was no school on Friday I assumed Thursday would be the Easter egg hunt. Of course not. It was on Wednesday. Her teacher said they would be having a special snack at 9:30 and then hunt eggs at 10:00. When we got there about 9:25, I noticed a few cookie crumbs and sprinkles on the table but I decided not to ask about whether or not we missed the snack, hoping against hope that she would have forgotten about that part.

I had to leave because they were practicing something for graduation and I wasn't supposed to see it. So I went to Walgreen's and picked up a little basket, eggs and jelly beans for Robert because it hadn't occurred to me that he might go ballistic at not having eggs and a basket.

When I got back to the school, it was time for the hunt. The kids lined up with their baskets and then hopped down the hall to the door. They were like locusts and the hunt was quickly over. As soon as all of them had passed by, I threw a few little eggs out for Robert. That kept him busy and happy.

As soon as all of the eggs had been located by the big kids, I heard one boy yell, "I see some more eggs!", and I looked over just in time to see four or five little boys barreling towards Robert and the two tiny eggs at his feet. I was able to convince them they didn't really want them because there was only one little jelly bean in them. The kids got to stand around and compare eggs for a few minutes before heading back inside.

Then it was back to the room and to the part that I always dread. Time to be the only one in the class that has to leave the fun. Woohoo! I told Clara it was time to go. She completely ignored me. After several "it's time to go's" she finally stood up and started crying. Oy. As we were walking out, she remembered she was also supposed to stay for a special treat, so I told her that I thought they had their treat before she got there. So then I was a bad mom for being late. She was quite unhappy with the situation.

But then, as we were walking down the hall to leave, we ran into this guy!

And all was once again right in her world. Thank you Mr. Easter Bunny for being in the right spot at the right time.