Two, innocent chocolate bunnies devoured in the name of Easter. I tried hard to finish Mr. White, but I just couldn’t do it. I’ve lost my touch.
Minty the night before staying up for the Saturday Night movie. It always ends this way.
Otto made me take this photo. I remember when Easter was about candy. If a chocolate prize egg is the result, toys sneak in as winners. Yes, that’s a jellybean, pooping chicken. Candy and poop, a “must have” for any eight-year-old boy.
This is “the look.” Lucy has perfected this look. We love her so.
The three phases of Z. You can loop that and get a feel for my day.