Easter dinner a day early brought out the ham in Nolan

Since Terry and I were going to be on the road Easter Sunday, we had Easter Saturday with our grandsons the day before.

It made no difference to the three of them – eggs and baskets full of chocolate and other candies work for them any day of the week – but it made for some scrambling for the two of us.

We had to pack and get ready for a week-long road trip at the same time Terry whipped up an Easter dinner and I got to play Easter bunny and hide eggs in the yard.

Actually it was more of a scramble for Terry than for me, obviously – and I didn’t even have to scramble the eggs, since they were the plastic kind.

While I got the eggs scattered around the yard well before Aiden, Ty and Nolan showed up, I soon discovered that apparently even that simple task was beyond my capabilities.

All three of them were quick to point out that I didn’t do a very good job of hiding the eggs, as they spotted more than a few of them on their way up the walk to the house.

And it didn’t end there.

Ty and Nolan were the first to show up and, while Ty entertained himself inside, Nolan decided he wanted to go with Grandpa for a walk around the yard.

It soon became obvious that he had an ulterior motive – not to spend quality time with Grandpa, but to continue hunting for more eggs ahead of his brother and cousin.

We did go for a nice walk around the block as well, when Nolan asked me at one point why we were doing Easter on Saturday instead of Sunday.

When I told him that we were leaving the next day on a trip, he wanted to know if it was our spring break.

I replied that only school kids get a spring break, not adults, and he reflected on that for a few moments before informing me that he wanted to be a teacher when he grows up.

“Why?” I asked.

“That way I can have spring break every year.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic, so we just continued our walk.

By now, Aiden and his mother had arrived, so Nolan quickly lost interest in his leisurely walk with Grandpa and began playing with his cousin.

With everyone arrived, the time had come for the great Easter egg hunt – which, according to the hunters was not that great a challenge.

The three of them quickly rounded up the bulk of the plastic eggs, but I did get a measure of revenge when the last couple of eggs proved beyond their sleuthing capabilities.

It had only been a couple of hours since I hid them all, but with my memory there was no guarantee that I’d be able to remember where they all were.

That’s probably a big reason why we hid the plastic variety – if they were the hard-boiled kind, there’s a good chance that a few of them would still be out in the yard steaming in the sun on the Fourth of July.

Luckily for the three of them, we did find them all before the sun set or before Terry and I left on our trip.

With that all out of the way, it came time to settle down with the ham dinner Terry cooked up.

It included smashed potatoes, carrots and broccoli with cheese sauce – plenty of vegetables given that half the crowd was vegetableleery grandchildren.

When we sat down to eat, Nolan saw what was on the table and declared that he didn’t want any of that – only some toast.

That was one thing Grandma hadn’t whipped up for dinner – and a little less than a full repast – but she finally talked him into at least a corn dog.

While she was heating that up in the microwave, Nolan decided he’d at least give the ham a little try.

That was after seeing his older brother Ty load up his plate with several big hunks of ham.

We gave Nolan a few small pieces of ham, which he quickly devoured – and decided it was so good, he wanted more.

He ended up eating more of the ham – more, in fact, than his brother Ty, whose eyes had apparently been bigger than his stomach and left a bit of ham on his plate.

And when Terry and I got back a week later from our trip, Nolan’s corn dog was still in the microwave.

At least it wasn’t a hard-boiled Easter egg.

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