




A great time was had by all, lots of stuff to keep all the kids happy. A pinata, rubber ducky game, go cart rides, kite flying and lets not forget to mention the egg 'hunting'. I love the picture of Mr passing dozens of eggs to get the one farthest away. Isn't that typical kids? I think each of the kids (including half a dozen of the neighbor kids) ended up with over 20 eggs a piece. Which loosely translates to a buttload of candy. And a certain member of the POB came up with flutes for the kids. 20+ kids running around blowing flutes hyped up on sugar. Yeah, good times. It was a great memory for my kids and it gave me a chance to visit with grown ups.
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