Jackson had an Easter egg hunt at school yesterday, which meant that the teachers put a bunch of soft-boiled (!) eggs sort of near the hedges and next to the sand box and almost under the picnic tables and, for those who really didn't get it, right in the middle of the lawn. Three-year-olds are in this hard emotional place between being really competitive and selfish but knowing that sometimes it's truly nice to share*. So you had three kids racing for one egg, and then they'd all hesitate to see who'd pick it up, and then one of them would lunge for it, and then the other two would cry.

*if you have extra