We went to the park for our egg rolling and found a fantastic hill, complete with kamikazee rocks and tree roots for a bit of added excitement.
I didn't win ... my niece did, she was overcome with emotion as she has never won before.
My egg is the golden one in the green box, next to the black sheep.
The 3 year old came third. Perhaps with a weekly training session the 3 year old will win next year.
... then I can live the winning of the egg rolling cup through his eyes (and pretend the trophy is mine giving oscar style acceptance speeches in the mirror when I'm alone).