You. There. With the bunny.

It’s Easter Eve and my ass, she be kicked. I will say this, though, I will say this: it’s freaking sweet that Owen is old enough to get the whole Holiday thing now. We can dye eggs together and it’s like, an activity! That we are doing together. With some kind of point. The first year or two, holidays were extra-special depressing, because there we were, young and tired, with a kid who absolutely hadn’t the foggiest clue what was going on. I was all, aroo? Kids? The having of which was supposed to make this shit fun?

And now, he is making this shit fun. It’s great.

Easter Basket Contents:

candy
that easter grass stuff
a little chocolate bunny
more candy.

March 22, 2008 | Filed Under kids

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One Response to “You. There. With the bunny.”

kelly on March 24th, 2008 8:45 am

i love this. the best part of yesterday was hunting for the 9 eggs the kids colored. so much excitement. for 9 eggs. it does get so much better.

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