“Hey, Sis. Are you and the kids free today?”

“Yes.”

“I have an idea. Want to do an egg hunt for the kids at your apartment?”

“Sure!”

An hour later, I showed up at my sister’s with bunny ears, baskets, candy, plastic eggs, and a dozen Easter themed Kinder Joy eggs. We may be Jewish but personally, I don’t think that’s any reason to deny ourselves and our kids an Easter egg hunt. We paint Easter eggs, eat Easter treats and go to Easter egg hunts every year. I look at it as a fun way to celebrate the beginning of Spring. Even though, on this particular Sunday, it was 30 degrees outside and we were having our hunt 16 floors up in a NYC apartment building. I don’t like to quibble over the details.

While the kids played, my sister and I disappeared into her bedroom to get everything ready for the hunt. She took one look at my loot and got very concerned.

“What’s wrong?

“Jack is really into the Kinder Joy eggs.”

“Great! My kids are too.”

“No. Like, REALLY into them.”

“Okay…”

“We can’t just hide them and let the kids fend for themselves. He’s going to have a major meltdown if he doesn’t find one and everybody else does.”

“So… we’ll make sure he finds one.”

“But what if Mazzy finds the majority of them? And Harlow finds none. It’s not going to end well.”

“Yes. I see what you’re saying…”

“We need to create some ground rules. How about, we say there are a few special eggs hidden and they can each only get two of them? Once they find two, they can only look for the plastic eggs.”

“That is definitely not how Easter egg hunts work.”

“We’re Jewish.”

“Good point.”

Once that was settled and all potential tantrums were pre-empted, my sister brought the kids into the hallway of their building and I hid all the eggs around the apartment. I probably should have counted all the eggs before we started but I didn’t realize that until I was practically finished with hiding them. Oops. Lesson for next year. When I was finished, I opened the front door.

“Let the egg hunt begin!”

It’s hard to believe that four little kids can cause such mayhem in the span of five minutes. But that’s what happened. There were couch pillows overturned, cabinets opened, and furniture scraped across the floor. Suddenly, there was a scream of such extreme excitement, I’m sure half the people in the building heard it…

“A KINDER JOY EGG!!!!!!!!!!!!”

That was Jack. My sister looked at me and mouthed, “I told you.”

Now that one of the special Kinder Joy eggs was uncovered, we reminded the kids that they would each get two of them, guaranteed. They all seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief. My sister is always right about these things. And then the hunt continued.

In the end, each kid has a basket full of goodies to open, play with and eat.

That’s always the best part of the hunt. When the mayhem is over and everyone goes through their loot.

Jack and Neve couldn’t wait to open up their special Kinder Joy eggs first, and Mazzy and Harlow saved the best for last.

Kinder Joy is the ultimate Easter egg find because one side contains the toy and the other a soft creamy layered confection you eat with a spoon. I don’t know how to describe it exactly, except pure deliciousness.

Kinder Joy has been around since 2001 and is sold in more than 100 countries. They’ve sold more than 3 billion eggs in the past 17 years worldwide! You can recognize the Easter themed Kinder Joy eggs because they have pastel colored chicks and bunnies on the top. They each contain an Easter-themed toy; ours was a little bunny with paints by the paws and a tiny paint brush inside.

Speaking of painting, that was the next item on our Easter agenda.

All in all, it was a very successful pre-Easter celebration. That is, until it all almost got derailed on our way out.

“I FOUND ANOTHER KINDER JOY EGG!!!!!!!!”

That was Jack again. Remember what I said about not counting my eggs before I hid them? I guess I had hid nine Kinder Joy eggs instead of eight.

“Oh, goodie,” I told him. “You found mine.”