Around Feb 1st every year, I start wondering why I put myself through this stupid Valentine tradition. But then the morning of the 14th, as Hayley and I headed out to seminary, she said, "treasure hunt?" and I thought, "OK, I'm glad I did it."
When the kids came home from school, they found this:
|Matt's unpopped balloon led him to the underside of the coffee table where he found a puzzle.|
|Hayley found her puzzle. She got a word find with words like "zddpsdat" and "fggua"|
|Paul finally found his treat.|
Paul had trouble finding his puzzle from his balloon letters. It spelled out "toilet paper" and he looked in every toilet paper roll location EXCEPT inside the roll on the dispenser in the downstairs bathroom. And his breakfast search took a while too.
Hayley found hers quickly but she actually had to wait until the next day, because her word find, which yielded a coded message, led her to the seminary cabinet at church. So she had to wait until the next morning to get it.
Hayley had complained a bit about the difficulty of her puzzle while trying to solve her word find and I replied, "You can learn life lessons from these Valentine's day treasure hunts: sometimes life is hard and you get very little reward." She thought that was funny.