I spent Easter in Missouri with my family.
It was Little Hoss’s first Easter he was old enough (22 months) to hunt for eggs. However he was totally uninterested in the whole thing… zooming all over the yard much more fun. Especially when his mama chased him.
Little Bird was all over it tho. She was an egg hunting machine.
But she was so concerned about Little Hoss not joining in. She had her grandpa to carry his basket as she yelled at him where to find the eggs (which were quite plentiful and obvious).
He finally slowed down enough to look down.
“Oh, this is what you want me to pick up? Alright, here you go.” That was the one and only egg he picked up.
Even at the tender age of 32 months, Little Bird has a sharing heart. She started putting eggs she had found into her brother’s basket without being asked.
She had a lot to share.