7 years, 4 months.
Fortunately, you didn’t receive too much candy during the Easter egg hunt this past weekend. (I’m pretty sure we’ve still got leftover Halloween candy up in our pantry, actually.) The surprises inside the eggs this year at the egg hunt included a lot of Cracker Jack types of toys.
Honestly, I really don’t know what else you got at the egg hunt, other than a classic disguise kit:
Round glasses attached to thick eyebrows and a big nose.
You ended up wearing the disguise for the rest of the time after the actual egg hunt was over. You even wore it in the picture of you with Nonna and Papa and your cousins.
I guess I could have stopped you. But I didn’t.
You were having fun, so I let you.
One of my favorite parts about you wearing the disguise is that you didn’t acknowledge you were wearing it. You just acted like your normal self during the festivities, almost as if to test the theory:
Will anyone notice I’m wearing this disguise if I don’t talk about it?
It was like you were secretly playing a prank on our family; if not, everyone at the egg hunt.
I think the ironic twist in your social experiment was that no one really said anything because they just assumed, “Oh, that’s just Jack being Jack.”
Or even, “Oh, that’s Nick’s son. That makes sense.”
As for hunting eggs, sure; you still gave it your all. But as you’re now 7 years old, and as you’re finishing up 1st grade, I can see that you’re finding new ways to have fun; beyond just the obvious event.
And this totally reminds me of how I was as as boy, and really, how I still am.
So really, I guess it truly could be summed up as I said before:
“Oh, that’s Nick’s son. That makes sense.”