Early Easter

Took the kids and the grandparents to my sister's place in Rye, N.Y., for a Saturday morning Easter Egg Hunt. Taxpayers buy about 250 lbs. of mini eggs wrapped in toxic metal foil and coat the fields with them. Then they let the kids into the arena and it's GAME ON. Here's a parents' view of the scrum:


I kept yelling at Greta to throw elbows and get in there, but she delicately selected six pink eggs and came running back to us behind the ropes for approval. 5-year-old Max cleaned up -- his bag was filled with at least 30. Esme ended up bumming eggs off other kids. Just walked up and gave them her irresistible smile with her hand outstretched. She got about 5. Lincoln will have to wait until next year!