And if I'm at the park in 45 degree weather on a Saturday morning, it can only mean one thing: the annual Easter Egg Hunt. This year was the first year our youngest Lad was able to participate. He wasn't too sure about what was happening.
When it came time to pick-up eggs, he reluctantly picked-up only three eggs. But one of those eggs contained a golden coin, lucky little Lad! (As you can tell, he's not impressed in the least.)
This year was the last year for our youngest Lass to participate and believe me, she made the most of it. She's feasting on chocolate as I type.