Well, Easter weekend was one big sugar-fueled whirl of egg hunts. On Saturday we went to Kinsale Golf Club to commune with the Easter Bunny, sing songs about jumping jelly beans, and hone our hunting skills in the cut-throat world of preschool-age egg hunts. Woowee, not since the whistle blow at the end of break time at the pool last summer have I seen such a stampede of crazed, gleaming-eyed children.
Will performed admirably, then retired to the steps to survey the booty.
On Sunday morning, Will checked to see if the Bunny had left tracks in the flour we left on the front porch- the Bunny had. Note that we are still wearing our Disney mouse ears at all times.
After church (where Will asked loudly if Mary, Jesus' mother, was the same as Wendy, Michael & John's mother, Mary, in Peter Pan) there was a slightly less tense egg hunt in our back yard.
Once again Will could barely wait to break into the bright plastic treasures.
Thanks, Easter Bunny.
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