Easter egg hunt

Amongst all the excitement of our picnics yesterday, we forgot to have our Easter egg hunt. Thankfully, I'd also forgotten to actually get the hunt ready, so there weren't piles of slug-ridden, melted chocolate eggs all over the garden. I popped out and hid (I use the term loosely, as I couldn't have made them much more obvious and he still needed help to find them) them around the garden, before we let him loose with a handcart to collect them in (no baskets, all buckets full of sand and shells). My camera was out of battery, so I was using Jamie's phone to record the occasion, and managed to capture the moment when the first egg opened and its contents spilled out - see them here in freefall:

About 6 hours and 12,000 cries of "Gegg!" later, he found the jackpot and we took them out of the sun to investigate...

...and J-cub discovered that he likes chocolate, a lot. By the end of the day, he could even unwrap tiny mini foil-covered eggs himself, carefully removing every last scrap of foil before popping it in his mouth with a declaration of "Mmmmm, nummy!".

All remaining chocolate will now be snaffled this evening, for the good of his waistline (and to the detriment of my own).