Hide and Seek...

So, what is Easter without an Easter egg hunt?  This past Easter Nathans dad was responsible for hiding the eggs.  We counted and knew how many we had.  After a very through search and were one short.  Thinking that 1.  either we miscounted or 2. we would find it later the MIA egg was out of our minds.  During Old Home Week in Madison, BaBa (JPA's great grandmother Barbara), Gramma and Grampa were up and as I was getting some tea for BaBa I discovered the MIA Easter egg.  Needless to say, no one cracked it open and it was swiftly composted.  But not without getting a photo-op with the egg hider himself!