While Jack was having ABA (Applied Behavior Analysis) this afternoon, Ingrid and I drove over to a neighborhood church for their egg hunt. Ingrid liked the basket (it was very much like a purse), but really saw no need to hunt eggs when a playground was much more appealing. The eggs were more like multi-colored obstacles to her end goal--the slide and swings. One boy helped her, after forceful prodding from his mom, and he threw a couple of eggs in her basket. She sat down and looked at them, but really, the playground was calling to her. I got one picture before she dove onto the closest step. In the second picture the basket handle, hooked onto the bottom of her cast, hangs precariously as she deftly snakes her way to that first step. I love that wild, wild girl.