Felix practiced finding eggs a few days ago. We filled plastic eggs with goldfish and “hid” them around the apartment. He seemed to catch on to the idea that these plastic eggs opened and contained something cheese-flavored. Total win. What we didn’t prepare him for was competition. Or chocolate.
So Easter, at Grandma and Pop-pop’s, Felix “found” about 4 eggs. His cousin Robbie found about 50. Felix was definitely the slow and steady type of hunter, who wanted to eat all of the cheddar bunnies in his egg before he looked for more. He was also completely uninterested in the M&Ms in some of eggs. Wouldn’t even try them. Maybe he thought they were vegetables?