My memory of Easter '90 was we went to Anson to visit Mamaw. Cheri and her kids were there and of course we had a wonderful time until it was time to hunt eggs. Someone invited the neighbor's grandson and let me tell you, he was a pro at hunting eggs. His basket overflowed while my little darlings only had a few. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy. Is that being selfish or what?
A few months later it was Byron's 5th birhtday. This was the first time that I had a party with just boys and I decided that would be the last time. I was not prepared for the madness and mayhem that six little boys could cause. One of them whined the entire time because he never got his way and two others were the biggest bullies I had ever seen. I needed help and the only thing on my side was the clock slowly ticking away till the end of the party.
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