Did I ever tell you about the time when I was 6 years old and woke up before dawn Easter morning? I found all the eggs, rehid each one in a new spot, and went back to bed. Mom woke me for the Easter morning egg hunt in the living room. I collected the goods like a bloodhound while she sat confused with my dad on the couch. They looked at each other as if to ask, “What the hell? Did you move the eggs after I went to bed?” I opened each plastic shell for coinage and pocketed the 90 cents.