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Show 144 "Why don't you all go down the hallway for awhile," he begins, but before he can finish his sentence, they are out the door. Obedience comes quickly when reward is imminent. "At least we have a few places to hide them in this room," he is saying, contrasting this room with my usual barren one. We tear open the packages of candy to divide among the four baskets. There isn't much candy. But we have discovered that the fun is in the tradition and as Hy is making a few final adjustments to each basket, I am looking around the room for hiding places. One goes behind the TV in the cabinet. Another is stashed behind the flowing curtain, surprisingly well-hidden amid the many yards of material. The third is taped by its handle under the mahogany table and, after a minute, we decide that our youngest is too short to think of looking up - we sit her basket in the arms of the chandelier. Hy goes to the door to round them up but only has to open it to see all four of them there, side by side, smiling up at him. Unlike our home, with all its inherent hiding places, this room is easy for our children to discover their treats and within a minute all but our youngest are enjoying the brightly colored Easter candies. She is still looking. It is a rule that if one child finds another's basket, he or she is not to divulge its whereabouts to its rightful owner. But it appears that not one of them has spotted this basket, sweetly overlooking us all. I am beginning to giggle. |