The Hunt

"Grammie, Paw-Paw...EGGS!" (I had to wake my parents up on Easter Sunday for "eggs." For some reason they thought I meant breakfast. Guys, you are out of practice!)

It was too cold to do our morning Easter Egg Hunt outside, so Nate and I improvised and hid goodies in the dining room. Carson could have cared less where he was; he was all about the eggs. Who says you need green grass and an Easter outfit for a good hunt?!