Buffalo Gal

In my family, Easter Egg hunts are not for amateurs.
Obviously the children don't need professional qualification, but if you're going to host the hunt you better be prepared to go the full monty in prizes, food and overall child adventure experience.
At 44 years of age, 1,000 miles from my root family, with my children grown, I've accepted the challenge. Twelve children between the ages of two and nine must be amused, amazed and astounded.
I still have to buy the big plush prizes and candy, but a large box from Oriental Trading arrived yesterday with prize items ordered in lots of a dozen, as well as Easter cupcake wrappers, full-floor coloring sheets and bunny tracks to place around the yard. The box includes stitched braclets that say "You're No Bunny Til Some Bunny Loves You," kalidescopes, pinwheels, tops, bunny glitter putty, customizable picture frames, Easter bubbles, Easter sidewalk chalk, bunny masks, bunny shaped loop straws... and the item that certifies my younger daughter's genius.
I looked right passed "Bunny with Putty Eyes" in the catalogue, but Jen saw the possibilities.
What could be exciting about small, flexible plastic rabbit heads?
How about the wad of gelatinous putty inside that pops through the eye holes when you squeeze the back of the head including little dark spots that somehow line up to represent bulging irises.
When I opened the package I was appalled and then amused. Jen loved them and quickly pointed out the squeezing action makes a "snot sound" if you listen closely. I knew then that each of our guests would be listening closely and that, dressed in Easter finery with myriad options before them... this two inch item would enrapture them.
I immediately got online to order more, but they are sold out. Obviously Jen wasn't the only one to see the possibilities that went right by me.
There are those of you that might say this a disgusting bastardization of an event that has deep sacred meaning to others. Unless you bought a ticket to that Gibson flick, I'll accept that criticism.
But I know what kids like, and thanks to my younger daughter, we're delivering.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-03-24 7:31 AM Bulging bunny eyes In my family, Easter Egg hunts are not for amateurs. Obviously the children don't need professional qualification, but if you're going to host the hunt you better be prepared to go the full monty in prizes, food and overall child adventure experience. At 44 years of age, 1,000 miles from my root family, with my children grown, I've accepted the challenge. Twelve children between the ages of two and nine must be amused, amazed and astounded. I still have to buy the big plush prizes and candy, but a large box from Oriental Trading arrived yesterday with prize items ordered in lots of a dozen, as well as Easter cupcake wrappers, full-floor coloring sheets and bunny tracks to place around the yard. The box includes stitched braclets that say "You're No Bunny Til Some Bunny Loves You," kalidescopes, pinwheels, tops, bunny glitter putty, customizable picture frames, Easter bubbles, Easter sidewalk chalk, bunny masks, bunny shaped loop straws... and the item that certifies my younger daughter's genius. I looked right passed "Bunny with Putty Eyes" in the catalogue, but Jen saw the possibilities. What could be exciting about small, flexible plastic rabbit heads? How about the wad of gelatinous putty inside that pops through the eye holes when you squeeze the back of the head including little dark spots that somehow line up to represent bulging irises. When I opened the package I was appalled and then amused. Jen loved them and quickly pointed out the squeezing action makes a "snot sound" if you listen closely. I knew then that each of our guests would be listening closely and that, dressed in Easter finery with myriad options before them... this two inch item would enrapture them. I immediately got online to order more, but they are sold out. Obviously Jen wasn't the only one to see the possibilities that went right by me. There are those of you that might say this a disgusting bastardization of an event that has deep sacred meaning to others. Unless you bought a ticket to that Gibson flick, I'll accept that criticism. But I know what kids like, and thanks to my younger daughter, we're delivering. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top