I had to wonder, though, when our sweet little Mo tried to give me all our plastic eggs after an Easter egg hunt Mr. Jenny and I took her and her sisters to.
We had braved hoards of people to take them to a commercial egg hunt at a place called Golfland.
"Grandma, you should keep my eggs," she said sweetly after emptying them of unnecessary plastic objects.
"Mo, you keep them, they're your eggs," I told her.
"No, Grandma. You need them. You have an Easter bunny collection...
and a chick collection and a lamb collection..."
"You keep them. You can start a plastic egg collection with them."