Intrepid Explorer

BREC Bunny Hop
Originally uploaded by je ne sais quois.

Doesn't he look adventerous and fearless here? Good...because as soon as he was out of Ben's reach, the rock wall was a no-go. I just wanted to make it look like he was preparing for his next adventure in the Andes.

We weren't even supposed to be at the Bunny Hop, actually. We were going to go to our nice, calm, personal church egg hunt this morning. Unfortunately, however, it was being held at the new church property where our next building is to be constructed. I haven't ever been there, but my friend Ann told me it was easy, that it was just at the intersection of Highland and Siegen.

No problem, I thought, that's simple enough. Besides, Ben was driving, so I assumed that any probelms that I had would be alleiated by the Y-chromosome compass in the driver's seat.

But...we couldn't find it. We turned down all sorts of imposing looking private driveways only to discover that we'd apparently trespassed upon the secret Louisiana hideaway of Bill and Melinda Gates. So after a few missteps like that, we gave up. There was huge billboard for the "Bunny Hop" on the road, though, and Will, being that he can read and all, decided that was an acceptable alternative.

So we went. It was okay...just really crowded. And we really don't like crowds. The rock wall was basically ten minutes in line for five seconds of climbing, and then we had to kill like fifty minutes until the egg hunt for his age group.

We kept expecting the guy with the microphone to announce the impending event, but he didn't. At five minutes to the appointed time, we decided to go over and check it out...only to discover about a thousand anxious kids amassed at one side of the egg-sprinkled field, waiting for the guy with the bullhorn to tell them to go.

So I was like, "Oh, no!" I grabbed Will's hand, threw everything but his Easter basket to my unsuspecting husband, and dragged Will across the parking lot, yelling, "Come on, come on! You don't want to miss it," all the while worried that I would have to search all over town for another egg-stravaganza to fulfill my promise to my son if we missed the big show. As we entered the field and approached the throng of people, I began to calm down, thinking we had made it.

Then, before we got to the starting line, as we strolled up to the area thinking we were fine, the bullhorn guy yells, "Go!" and the kids start running. I practically pushed Will onto the field, yelling, "Go go go!"

In the end, he did fine. He got a bunch of cheap candy and plastic eggs that made him very happy, and he even exhibited some smarts in the process -- instead of following the masses to the middle of the field, he went around to the edges, would stop, pick up a couple of eggs, and move on. We were impressed. It worked, and he got a basket with a perfectly respectable treat bounty.

And after all, that is what Easter is all about, right?

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