From Youngest to Oldest
Now nobody is exempt from the Easter Egg Hunt, from the youngest child to the oldest patriarch. One by one, the selected hunter stays inside while everyone else heads outside to hide the plastic eggs. (Egg filling is customized: the Son and Heir requests dried fruits; the females of the herd prefer high-end chocolate; the Norwegian Artist accepts a combination. Everyone would like gold coins, but that hasn’t happened yet.)
The difficulty of the hiding places depends upon the age of the hunter:
With a two-year-old, we limit the search arena and pretty much drop the eggs on the ground, in plain sight.
An eight-year-old works harder, peeking behind trees and under chairs.
An adult — especially if that adult is the Norwegian Artist or the Son and Heir — may have to climb a tree, or crawl under bushes, or look inside irrigation pipes. Nothing comes easy, but what adult expects to be treated like a two-year-old?