Next we went to an egg hunt yesterday at a nearby colonial farm. We also learned about how 18th-century farm women were routinely scalded when cooking over fireplaces before the advent of iron cranes. Happy Easter!
Andrew rejected 99% of the fruity-chewy candy found during this egg hunt, but was finally pleased by a Three Musketeers.
Our religious holiday was capped off by another egg hunt in our yard this morning.
Below is a little clip of Andrew hunting eggs. He killed us with the line, "I can't resist [opening eggs]! I'm just a little boy."
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