Easter Egg Hunting in the Rain

Here is the excerpt from Kenneth's weekly letter to his family explaining the wettness!

We ran our Easter activities on Saturday. The initial plan was for some stealthy disbursement of multihued oblong objects to take place during a morning workout excursion with dad. However, Saturday morning Megan woke up early for unspecified reasons, and decided since she was already up that she would just take care of the mechanics of the day. I took the kids out anyway, and we had a great time – we punctuated brief spurts of running or jogging with a set of pushups, chin ups, or situps. By the time we finished, it was starting to sprinkle. Yes, we are still in Arizona – I checked twice. As we started to jog back, it started to full out rain. So, we sprinted. I felt sorry for the Truman and for the Rebekah who have no body fat. We got home and started to change when someone realized that if the Easter bunny had come that there would be eggs getting wet in the back yard. So we grabbed mom, monkey wrenched the schedule she had envisioned, and did the Easter egg hunt. Not often we have rain as a guest at any events or activities, and I think that it was welcomed for its novelty if nothing else. The only mishap was dumping the wet, dyed eggs on the carpet; but, even that was easily remedied with a little Simple Green and a rag.