This was it. Fo’ real, y’all.

Easter Sunday. 1:15pm. Hyde Park, Kansas City.

There’s no more time for practice. No more time for talk. Fun and games are over. It’s time to get down to the business at hand. Getting Easter eggs. Lots of eggs. At least more than two.

Did I mention that there’s no more time for fun and games?

Hmmm. Apparently, the little Bucket Heads aren’t listening.

A little encouragement from The Doc…and they’re off!

Let’s see if Little A learned any lessons about grabbing eggs during this last week.

Oh, look at that! He’s down! He’s down! No more wanderlust for this little guy. He’s an egg-pickin’ machine.

Here he is getting Egg #2.

I think this is Egg #3! He’s done better than last week. Success!

And on a side note, check out the girl in pink in the background. She obviously listened to her parents about running to the middle.

Uh oh. What’s this? There seems to be more upright walking now instead of hunched over hunting. Good if you’re trying to be part of an evolution of man drawing. Not so good if you want to fill your Easter basket.

Let’s check those buckets and see how they did.

Big A came out with nine eggs. Awesome job, buddy!

Little A scored eight eggs. You can tell he’s proud.

And now the sweet reward…gooey chocolate melting in the warm Spring sun.

Little A examined everything carefully to decide what he wanted first.

Big A isn’t nearly as picky.

He just cares about getting the candy in the general vicinity of his mouth.

And the sweetest part of the day? That was when my wee beasts noticed the girl in front of them who only had one egg in her basket. Her parents were trying to console her when Big A handed her one of his eggs. Little A followed and gave her one of his.

I’m glad they understand that Easter isn’t just about getting as much candy and eggs as you can, and that they showed they aren’t always beastly.