I don't know if it's because Charlotte is an only child and there's no competition at home, or if she simply didn't understand the concept of "hunting eggs". But instead of picking up all the eggs she found, she pointed them out and then moved on. I don't think she realized that she couldn't call "dibs" on an egg and expect other kids to stay away from it. She looked a bit shocked when she turned around and all the eggs she had "called" were gone.
She eventually got the hang of it, but in the end her egg basket was pretty shallow.
Char was upset, but on the way home we made the best of it by walking through the open field where the "big kids" had hunted. There were a few undiscovered eggs, and since I was holding the egg basket, a few eggs were "accidentally" dropped behind Char's back so she could find them again.
There's another egg hunt next weekend, and I think we'll be better prepared for that one.
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