Easter Egg Heist by a Seven-Year-Old

When did I realize my daughter might be a tiny criminal mastermind? Last spring at an

Easter egg hunt. She’s seven, pink bunny ears, sparkly shoes—looks innocent.

The hunt starts, kids sprint… Emma doesn’t run. She walks. Because she’d scoped

the yard the day before and memorized where the eggs were. While kids panic, she moves like it’s

a heist movie. Then she starts lying. Tells one kid there’s a golden egg by

the trash cans—he’s gone. Tells another if you find too many eggs,

you have to give them back—instant panic. End of the hunt: Emma has 34 eggs.

Next kid has nine. She wins the giant chocolate bunny and thanks the other kids “for not being