So, down to the nitty gritty. I’ve told you about East Kilbride, I’ve told you about the 4 year old tripping over his invisible dinosaur … what you really want to know is who won the egg rolling.
My egg this year was easy to design, my egg was the 4 year old complete with head cut. My Sister’s design was a love egg.
We found a fantastic egg rolling hill and commenced our rolling. The 4 year old seems to have been practicing because he did really well, coming second.
Our host’s Danish mother seems to have hidden egg rolling talents and she came first.
So, not breaking with tradition I didn’t win for the 31st year running. Phew. I do think though with a bit of tweaking to his technique I may live the ‘egg rolling cup winner’ through my son next year.
5 Comments on "My Sister’s Love Egg"
Suddenly I have realised how boring my life is. Must try harder! *goes off to search for eggs*
If fun was had then that is all that matters and it looks great fun
I think I might have to institute egg rolling as a tradition in our house. Always did it as a kid (in Scotland), and yet no one believes me that there is such a *thing* down here.
May as well give Moo a tradition she has to explain to her friends!
Ah. Was getting all excited then. I thought the Big Sis had snatched victory from the very hands of defeat.
Bit of anticlimax when you don’t know the winner. But never mind.
Carry on….
Ach – we’ll bringing the trophy back to Engerland next year I am sure ofit.