Egg Hunt

Carter and I have been a part of a MOMS Club for over a year and a half. Recently I have found myself as president. Not sure how I got there, because I didn't run for the position. However, I am going to try to make the most of it, as we really enjoy being part of the club. 

There are a handful of kids who are right around Carter's age. These two boys are both 2 & 1/2 just like Carter. They have all known eachother since we first joined, and Carter can tell me whose Mommy is coming based on a car he sees pull up to an event. One of the moms in the club invited us over for an egg hunt in her back yard. She had roughly 300 eggs. She let the little ones go first.

Carter found a few eggs, but really gravitated to the Power Wheels Jeep. He opened the hood and said "There's dangerous in here Mommy, don't touch" (so glad he has started calling me Mommy again!). All he wanted to do was sit in the jeep and "work on it". Fine with me. This is about him, not about how much candy he can amass.

We did sit down and open our eggs. They wanted the eggs back so they could do this again next year.

He was so excited for everything he opened.

Even though he didn't know what it was, and couldn't eat it anyways.

So much fun! He even won a prize. It was a bag of "Police Men".

I thought I would have to address the issue of guns. We haven't introduced the concept to him, and although I am not opposed to them, we would like to be the ones to explain it to him. I know guns are a fact of life, and it is better for him to be educated about them than to be ignorant. I just hadn't formulated a plan yet. Back to my story:

He opens his bag and picks them all up individually. He is telling me what they are doing. He shows me one holding an AK-47 in a relaxed stance. He tells me this man is playing a guitar, while standing on a skateboard - you know the base that holds them upright. It was hilarious. They are all playing an instrument of some sort and they make up a band of police men riding skateboards. Imagination at work.