First Hunt

It was our granddaughter's first Easter and her mother, Media Girl, had strategically placed plastic eggs about the house for her daughter to find.

It took a little coaxing but our granddaughter who,  for purposes of identity protection, is known in my blog posts as Miss Grabby Fingers, finally spotted a pink plastic egg hidden in plain sight at the base of a kitchen cabinet.  Shifting her wobbling walk into high gear, Miss Grabby Fingers snatched the egg from the floor with a squeal of accomplishment.

Clutching the egg protectively against her stomach, Miss Grabby Fingers looked generally surprised when not a single adult swooped down to say uh.uh, uh, don't touch that.  Surprise turned to delight when Media Girl clapped her hands in praise of Miss Grabby Fingers' discovery; and Miss Grabby Fingers was off like the proverbial Easter Bunny in search of the other obviously placed yellow, blue, and red prizes. Every find was rewarded with exclamations of praise which soon had Miss Grabby Fingers raising her hands over her head in gestures of victory.

Of course every good deed has its paybacks.  The payback for encouraging Miss Grabby Fingers to snatch those eggs from the floor was that for the rest of the day knick-knacks disappeared from bookcases and end tables at an alarming rate.