Grandma! Look what I got!” Little Allison Jackson burst into the front door of Andrew and Rose’s house holding up a brightly coloured basket for her grandmother to see. Rose bent down to look.
“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed. “What are those, my dear?”
“Easter eggs!” said Allison excitedly. “The Easter bunny was in our house and hided them everywhere and Daddy said I could have all the Easter eggs I could find and these are the ones I finded.”
“Found,” said Rose, laughing. “The ones you found.”
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“Yup. I finded them,” said Allison.
“Are we going to have them for dinner?” asked Rose.
“No, of course not. That’s silly. Eggs are for breakfast,” said Allison. “And these are not the right kind of eggs. ’Cause they’re chocolate!”
“Chocolate? My word! A bunny was in your house hiding eggs made of chocolate? How strange.” Rose picked her granddaughter up and gave her a big hug. “Will you share one of your eggs with me later? After dinner?”
“It was the Easter bunny,” Allison explained. “You can have one. Or two. I’m not sure.”
“One will be enough I think,” said Rose.
“OK.” Allison sounded relieved.
“Did the Easter bunny leave any eggs for your brother?” Rose asked. “If he didn’t you would have to share yours wouldn’t you? Otherwise it wouldn’t be fair.”
“Of course he did,” said Allison. “He leaved some for everybody. Except Daddy doesn’t like Easter eggs so he gave his to Mommy. But I got the most because I’m very good at finding eggs.”
“Are you now?” said Rose. “So tell me. If the Easter bunny had come to this house and hidden Easter eggs here, do you think you could find those Easter eggs?”
“Did the Easter bunny come here?” Allison asked, wide eyed.
“What do you think?” asked Rose.
“Maybe he did,” said Allison hopefully. “If he did, I can find the Easter eggs for you. If you want me too.”
“Well, I think he did come here,” said Rose, “but you can’t start looking for eggs until your brother comes inside.”
“OK!” The little girl squirmed out of her grandmother’s arms and dashed back to the door. She threw it opened and yelled out, “Hurry up everybody! The Easter bunny was here! We have to help Grandma find the Easter eggs! Hurry up!”
Allison’s mother Jackie appeared in the doorway. “Calm down honey,” she said. “Those eggs are not going anywhere.”
“I’m going to need a bigger basket,” said Allison. “Mine is almost full.”
“You could put some of your eggs in Andy’s basket,” suggested Rose. “Then you would have more room in yours.”
“That would not be a good idea,” said Allison.
“I tell you what,” said Rose. “I’ll find a special bowl for you to put the eggs from your basket into, and then you’ll have room for the eggs you find here. Oh look, here’s Grandpa! He can help you with your hunt.”
“Hi there munchkin!” Andrew had appeared from the sunroom to greet the visitors, and reached down to tousle Allison’s curly blonde hair. “And there’s the little fella!” he added as Allison’s little brother Andy appeared in the doorway with his father.
“Andy! The Easter bunny was here too! We have to find the eggs!” Allison explained excitedly.
Andy held up his own little basket for his grandparents to see. “Eggs,” he said simply.
“I see that,” said Andrew. “Yummy?”
Andy jumped up and down on the spot several times and then nodded. “Yummy,” he agreed.
“Well, I think,” said Andrew, “that we need to find the eggs in this house. Because if we don’t they’ll spoil and that will make the house smell bad and then we’d have to come live in your house and we don’t want that do we?”
“No we don’t!” Allison was sure of that. “Let’s go!” she dashed through the kitchen and disappeared into the sunroom, with Andrew and little Andy following more slowly.
“Wow,” said Jackie. “That’s way too much excitement at 11 o’clock in the morning.”
“I need a nap already,” said Randy. “It’s like Christmas all over again.”
“Except without the shopping,” said Rose.
“Thank goodness for that,” said Jackie. “Religious holidays are all fine and dandy, but they sure can be a lot of work.”
“Tell me about it,” said Rose. She paused as the excited sounds of the children’s Easter egg hunt moved from the sunroom into the living room. “But the sound of happy children makes it all worthwhile,” she concluded.
“Can’t argue with you there,” said Jackie.
“Truer words,” said Randy, “were never spoken.”
