I fear this might have been the last Easter Egg Hunt at my house. Ben, who is 13, at first said he didn't want to hunt eggs this year, and Clara was ambivalent about doing it by herself. But Ben changed his mind, so the egg hunt was on for at least one more year. Clara, in her carefully selected egg hunting outfit, off on the hunt.
Clara in her egg-hunting form, a blur of motion, charging from place to place with mad abandon.
"A girl's gotta know what she has."
Finally, she holds still.
Meanwhile, Ben saunters around in his lounge pants, on the verge of being too cool for it all.