It was fun finding places to hide 141 eggs for people under 5ft tall. I kept wanting to put them all up in trees because I got the plastic pastel set that came with these kick-ass green ones that were the exact shade of green as our friends' apricot tree's leaves. Dad thought that was mean (to you? to the tree? I never really got an answer on that one). Mean and funny tow a thin line with me. And it's not that I wasn't loved enough as a child (though I wasn't so maybe it is)...it's just because I am not really being mean. You can't hide an egg "meanly". Can you? So I might put it up a 10-foot tree in the crook of a branch masked by two nearly identical spring leaves. And so...that just might be the plastic egg with the rolled up money in it. I still fail to see the problem. As I see it, you can hide things in a difficult location but geez, since when was a little blood, sweat and tears asking too much when it comes to getting what you want?
So I'm not Captain Obvious when I hide the loot. I should think you'd all feel lucky that I didn't go with my first mean little thought: putting rolled up toilet paper in some and money/candy in the others.
And maybe next year if it's not so chilly out I can talk your dad into letting me hide them my way: buried under about 4 inches of soil, some peat moss, a little mulch and then topped with a nice potted plant.
You'll need to start hunting early that year......
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