Easter has an interesting way of bringing out the competitive side of my family. There’s something about the thrill of an Easter egg hunt that is enjoyable and exciting even in adulthood. While Emerson visited her dad for some Easter festivities, my sisters and I battled it out down to the very last egg, hidden very well might I add. Even with the aid of Em’s shopping cart, I was not agile enough to defeat my sisters — Meghan collected the most eggs for a landslide victory. My mom’s elaborate and infamous game of eggs is full of cash, candy and prizes. Lucky for me, the rules of the game stipulate...