Easter Bunny vs. Skiing

I had planned the day so I could combine some skiing with some friends and some egg hunting in the company of my grandson. The little man was supposed to come later in the afternoon and look for whatever had been planted by the Easter Bunny all over our garden.


That was not counting on my his sudden urge to move the event as early in the day as he could. He probably heard too much that the benevolent rabbit was an early riser and that delaying the even might jeopardize the harvest; further, how could I imagine that a four years could understand the benefits of delayed gratification!

As an expected consequence, I postponed skiing until later in the week and had a ball with my delightful grandson. Happy Easter!