The Spring Egg Hunt

In a nauseating display of political correctness, the hospital hosted a Spring Egg Hunt for the children of employees.  

Chris, as the Administrative Resident, was designated the Easter Bunny (which, why is it a Spring Egg Hunt but we still have an EASTER bunny?  Makes no sense to me...), so naturally the Boy and I went to show our support in his hour of humiliation.  But it was all for the children, man, so he was a good sport.

After all, he got to ride in on a HARLEY!

(Samwise!  Check it out! Just like in Steel Magnolias!  Only, I'm not pregnant so I couldn't be in labor, but still!  Just like it!)

Chris was awesome, the kids loved him and mauled him just to prove it...

The Boy was the ONE child who had an absolute melt-down at the sight of him.  Of course, that could be my fault--1) I hate people dressed up in costumes like this...as Chris could tell you--we went to Disney World and I made a WIDE path around any and all characters.  They give me the heebeejeebees. And maybe that's genetic...OR 2) I kept telling him that it was ok, it was his DADDY.  And he just couldn't wrap his darling little mind around that one.  Either way, he wouldn't get within 4 feet of him so there are no pictures. 

But I did get some pics of him at the egg hunt!  He was an awful hunter!  It was just perfect!  We got to stroll and look at the trees and the grass and the pineneedles and he could NOT have cared less about those tacky plastic eggs until I pointed one out and then he decided that they might just warrent further investigation.

Oh, and if you noticed the red on his fingers and worried that he was bleeding, he wasn't.  He just had to sneak off and STEAL the small pot of face paint from the woman painting faces.  Before I could nab him in the act he had stuck his fingers in it.  

All in all we had a smashing time.  The weather was charming, if a bit windy and it always amuses me to see the Boy interacting with other children.