Nothing quite says "Good Friday" like an egg hunt with your playgroup, right?
Right.
We were done by noon, which is a plus. Also, the children were decently worn out from the fun/bounce house/gigantic playground* so Good Friday mass was easy-peasy. Thomas and Lucy slept while Peter played quietly in the pew and Kevin and I could pray, listen, and reflect.
Like always, Peter and Lucy showed great reservation in the "hunt" part of the egg hunt, preferring to watch the children dart about than to pick up the eggs. In the end, Peter managed to find a dozen and Lucy found three or four, and each was perfectly happy with his spoils.
(Also, they were made happy by the potato chips on the snack table. So very, very happy. It's a rare treat for them, and one they appreciated.)
*And this was at someone's house. The clever mama found the bounce house at a yard sale for $25 and scored a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuge playground (three sets of swings, two clubhouses, several gliders, rock wall, cotton candy machine) for a steal, too. Remind me to go bargain hunting with her, please.
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