Egg hunting.

Egg hunting in the garden. The Easter bunny hid them well. In the trees, in the walls, in wheelbarrows and the grass. I wasn't prepared with quaint egg baskets so their backpacks had to do. Sam thought it was more fun to spot eggs with his binoculars. We also went to an egg hunt in the village organised by school. I was so proud of Sam who gave his eggs to the little ones. He had many more than them but Bella wasn't so sharing. Don't they say children don't understand the concept of sharing until they're five. So maybe next year she'll be more generous.