Like many other people this holiday weekend, my wife and I had an Easter egg hunt in the backyard for our children. It was a fun time and we loved watching the kids look everywhere for the multitude of eggs that were hidden in every nook, crevice and cranny (I don't even know what that is, but if I had one, then I am sure I hid some eggs in it.)When the festivities were over, we counted the plastic eggs and, sure enough, there were a few that were missing. We went outside and looked again, but when it was all said and done there were a few candy filled eggs still lying in wait for their eventual discovery.This may not sound like a big deal and that at some point we'll eventually find them while raking leaves but, as a man who mows the lawn, I know the hidden dangers. Easter egg injuries are no laughing matter (OK, yes they are, but try and stifle the giggles.)When I was a
