I just found this photo of Hugo on Easter Sunday last year. He strolled around the garden slowly, pleasantly surprised whenever he found a chocolate egg peeking from a pot or tree trunk. This year his sweet curls are gone and he is in training for the Easter Bunny. He keeps begging me to hide things so he can practice finding them. He also keeps suggesting we should have random egg hunts when we are out and about on jobs. If only the Easter Hunt could be an Olympic sport. As he lifted his gold medal I could explain how he showed such interest and talent from a very tender age.