Last Easter I designed the greatest Easter egg hunt of my Easter-egg-hiding career—with the help of the Easter Bunny, of course.
When I made the announcement that there’d be a hunt in our backyard, my son, who was 13 at the time, announced that he was too old to search for Easter eggs. A 13-year-old too old for an Easter egg hunt? Do you agree?
I didn’t. Because that meant I’d have to hunt down all those eggs myself. And my memory is bad. Real bad. In other words, there was no way I w...
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