I'm going to tell you what we did last Saturday, and you're going to be thinking, "Wow, that sounds like so much fun!" But it really wasn't. As I was pulling up (single mom style) I thought to myself, "Why am I here?!"
It was an Easter egg hunt, or Egg Drop. What seemed to be billions of people gathered at a local park and a helicopter flew over and dropped empty plastic eggs onto several different fields. When the time arrived, the kids ran and gathered their eggs. They could then go exchange them for candy, but we never got that far.
As Jansen and Natalie's group got the okay to start gathering, all the parents swarmed in as well and suddenly all children were lost. I grabbed Jansen's hand and we swam through all the people as I searched for Natalie's pink shirt. I had written my name and phone number on her wrist band and was getting pretty sure that was going to come in handy, but then I spotted her. Waving at people as she strutted down the field. Not a care in the world. I grabbed her hand too and we beelined for the car so we could avoid the traffic home. I stopped at McDonald's and told the kids they could trade their eggs in to me for an ice cream cone.
And so that is the tale of our first and last Egg Drop.