Rolling Eggs

We were out to dinner at Champany last night to celebrate mrs mono's dad's 60th birthday. We actually stayed there overnight (the full breakfast in the morning was almost as satisfying as their steak), and on the way home, we stopped at Beecraigs country park to let Aidan roll an easter egg. When I say roll, it was more of a throw... several times. Still, the egg was nice and cracked, and Aidan seemed to enjoy it.