This past Sunday, our Sunday School class had our annual picnic and egg hunt.
I realized this year that in regards to egg hunts, times have changed.
Gone are the days of slowly picking up eggs that are "hidden" in plain view.
And if, like Emma Jane, you haven't fully made the transition from slow, methodical hunting to the frenzied free-for-all we experienced Sunday, you might wind up with only three eggs when all is said and done.
But if you look sad enough, and maybe cry a little, then someone (maybe someone who took more than the 10 eggs allotted for each child) will graciously share some eggs with you.