So, with work in Sydney, my husband had the pleasure of transporting our kids home to the U.K.
It went more smoothly than the trip out… no cancelled flights or missing bags. Only the odd mishap of spilled drinks and the challenge of navigating an airport for several hours with one child sound asleep and the other trying to negotiate a significant investment from the Lego store.
However, there was a stumble at the final hurdle.
As soon as my husband unlocked the front door, our daughter ran around the house to locate the Easter eggs delivered by E Bunny.
While I had vaguely contemplated buying some to put in position before we left, it had fallen down the list of priorities. We had purchased some eggs in NZ before departure, however the plan hadn’t extended to distracting the kids until a subtle location could be found.
Thirty plus hours of travel was obviously not conducive to creative thinking. Nor, for my daughter, recovering from the devastation after my husband broke the news to her.
Apparently, my son already knew it was a myth. Which he helpfully pointed out his sister. Although, he wouldn’t say how he found out…
Tough Mother 