This year we only went to one egg hunt. The one at our church. Our Wednesday night ROC Groups had their own "private" egg hunt on the Saturday before Easter.
Taft's silly face. He wasn't too happy about pictures.
You never know where you might find an egg in Florida. You have to check all the palm trees.
I also had to get a picture of him on the stage since it was decorated for Easter.
Easter morning Taft found his basket in a chair in the family room. He got bubbles, SpongeBob body wash, a chocolate bunny, gun, checkers, egg decorating kit, candy, and a new outfit. He was happy that the Easter Bunny thought ahead and even washed his shorts and shirt so he could wear it to church.