I've left for a quick trip to Phoenix to attend a friend's wedding. I didn't want my kids to miss out on an Easter Egg Hunt, which is a tradition in our house. Usually we do a huge hunt in the backyard, inviting all the kids from my daughter's class. (My son got his hunts when he was younger.) We have a big backyard, and hide hundreds of plastic eggs with candy in them all over. "Hide" is an exaggerated word, because only a few are hidden in trees, under bushes, between fenceposts. The rest are out in the open on the grass, but it's still a mad dash to get them.
This year I decided to do a scavenger hunt in the house for my son, daughter, and husband. Yes, my husband got to do it too. We did this Wednesday night before I left. They knew nothing about it, so it was a big surprise when I told them I had hidden Easter gifts for them in the garage. They went off to look for them, and discovered a beach pail with a note in it for each of them. (We often use beach pails for Easter baskets.) The note gave a location for the first treat, so at that point they realized it was a scavenger hunt. I hid about a dozen eggs for each of them, and the eggs contained candy and a note for the next location. I varied the difficulty of hiding spots for each. My son had an issue when he didn't know what a salad spinner looked like. My daughter wasn't sure which piece of furniture was our love seat. In the end, they found lots of candy and a present.