I have a lot of fond memories of being at my grandparents house when I was young, they watched me during the day while my parents were at work. Some of my earliest memories were of Easter egg hunts my papal would walk behind me as I toddled along with my little basket and point out eggs to me and since he was the one that hid the eggs in the first place it was kind of cheating. My brother and cousin never fussed about it…