That's sad that the mothers were getting the eggs. How awful for those kids. I don't remember ever having problems like that when Ricky was younger. I still make up an Easter basket for him and hide it in the house. He has to go find it then. He gets a little embarassed, but he let's me have my fun. I sure love that boy!
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. ECCLESIASTES 3:1
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