Oh the Hunt

My parents started a one dollar money hunt when we all became adults - It has become the trash talked, draw blood if needed event of the year. We stuck the kids in the front yard to do their easter hunt, took a couple pictures and then all the adults ran in the back to do our hunt. no kids allowed - rolled up dollar bills are the object of desire and it is every man for his own, no concern for the loving brother or sister or in-laws. so funny - Sverre and I racked up enough dollar bills for 2 tanks of gas. sweet.

Mick had a weak year - He claimed he didn't know all the adults had gone in the back for the hunt. He was lovingly helping the kids. sucka




And then, the kids hunt. They fell a little cheated with their Easter egg hunt. All the parents are yelling at them stay inside as they watch their sweet mothers and fathers viciously fight for money through the sliding glass door. They are going to grow up with warped Easter memories, but hey, its paying for their college - or at least their gas to get back home.




Scottie took a dinger on the boys night-light mountain bike ride.