For the last 11 years my father has gone to the garage a week before Easter and dig around in that garage and found the eggs with the strings on them. Usually this is a project that is inspired by one if not both of my nieces. This year both nieces are in school and no one thought about the poor eggs in the garage except my dad. So as I arrived yesterday morning low and behold there they were...The poor Easter Eggs!
When asking my father who put the eggs on the push he smiled and said me!
I love my dad!
Peace and love,