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Story Time: Five minutes

Posted on Tuesday, April 16, 2019 at 1:34 pm

By Lorry Myers

I have three sisters and two brothers so my children grew up with lots of cousins. Though distance can be an obstacle, my family always tried to make holidays a tradition and summer vacations a must.

If o

Lorry Myers

Lorry Myers

ur children were going to grow old together, they needed to grow up together.

For Easter, we had egg hunts with chocolate bunnies and pastel Peeps that would coat their little fingers with sugar. The adults would pretend that the Easter Bunny arrived while we were preoccupied and planted surprises all through the yard. When the doors were opened, the cousins spilled outside, baskets gripped in their little hands.

The hunt was on.

Out of eleven cousins, my son, Taylor, is the oldest followed by a gaggle of girls. Taylor is their leader and their protector and often times their antagonizer but when it came to the Easter Hunt, he was the competition. Taylor is not only athletic; he is also a clever strategist and he applied those skills to the Easter Hunt.

He was in it to win it.

That year, when the cousins lined up and someone yelled, “Ready, set, go!”, Taylor was off like the Energizer bunny. He methodically worked the yard, gathering eggs like he was an egg gathering machine. The girl cousins were busy “oohing” and “aaahing’ over every sweet treat while Taylor rapidly picked the yard clean. His basket was overflowing and so were his pockets with more stuffed in his mouth. The girl cousins, it turned out, had plenty of eggs in their baskets but nothing compared to Taylor’s. Tears started to fall when the little girls realized that Taylor had out hunted and outsmarted them. Together they wailed about how unfair it was to compete against someone older who could run faster and was obviously, a big egg hog.

The Easter Hunt turned into a Pity Party.

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