Party of 1

The day before we picked up my granddaughter Elora to spend the night with us, I had started to put a few Easter decorations out. There is something about Elora and plastic eggs. I knew she was up to something when I spotted the eggs had disappeared.

I asked her what she was doing.

She said she was having a treasure hunt.

Hmmm..how does one have a treasure hunt by themselves?
I didn't want to disturb creativity in action to ask.

I heard her talking to herself, saying things like, "I hope I don't forget where I hide the eggs." At one point she came to me looking for a pencil so she "could write the clues"
This fun went on for a good hour or more.

Right before her parents came to pick her up, I told her it was time to clean up. She put the eggs back, even made her bed from the night before.

After she was gone, I started thinking about her treasure hunt. I opened each egg...nothing inside. What did she do with the clues? I suddenly wanted to read them.

I had to wait for her to get home from school the next day, and then swimming lessons, so I could call and ask her. She said she put them in the pot in the playroom.
Of course.
Why didn't I think of that? I opened up each clue. I think you can make out some of these words.

Love the way she spelled computer, "The comepoter" and refrigerator, "figeyrater"

So apparently each clue lead to the next one. She put all the clues in the eggs, hid them, and then went and found them herself.

It all made her so happy.

Oh how I love little people.