Before the month of April ends, Some People wanted to report on the subject of finding eggs & such.
Some People took the children to the city Easter Egg Hunt earlier this month (4/7).
The city egg hunt was over pretty much as soon as it began. Think about it. Candy all over the lawn at the Elementary school, children separated by age in to three groups, groups are released like packs of rabid racehorses with pastel colored baskets onto designated segments of the schoolyard. Some People had hoped to photograph both children, but The Changeling had acquired perhaps four eggs by the time Rowan's crazed horde had licked the grass clean. Hence, the lack of photographic evidence. Below you will see our limited imagery, but we are certain you can imagine, very vividly what happened that day.
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| Ready, set, go! |
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| Egg Inspector # 3-10 |
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Yeah... just eating away over here while
we wait for those slow little kids to finish. |
The following day (4/8, in case you can't count), more eggs were found in the yard, obviously strewn about by reckless Italian party-bunnies. How did we know that they were from Italy? Well, we can only surmise given that all the chocolate inside said eggs was of Italian origin. It has lots of f's & i's & double c's on the fancy-pants gold wrappers.
Some Small People's parents think perhaps next year they might strike a bargain with these rabbits & have them stuff eggs with gnocchi instead of all that chocolate. This would make Some People's dental bills less horrifying.
Ooooh. A duck. Better put that in the basket.
I am gonna run amok & make it very difficult for you
to photograph me!
Gah!
Dropped the duck... the eggs... why so complicated?
Perhaps clapping eggs together will make me feel better...
Yes! Yes! Eggs + clapping = happiness!
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Some bunnies have a sense of aesthetic.
Those bunnies obviously had no part in the city egg hunt.
Perhaps it is trait found among Italian buns. |
The "Goods."
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H: Ooooh! Shiny!
R: Hey, what does that label say? Where's the translator?!? |
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H: Look. I need you to stop taking photos.
I have a mysterious, Italian, cellophane-wrapped package to open.
R: Look at me!
I can mess up the shot wearing this basket on my head! |
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Are you done already?
Seriously Moma, give it up.
You've already taken like 10 & they are all doomed to fail. |
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I am going to sit here & eat this while that
little kid attempts to get through the cellophane.
I am also going to look eerily like I did
in the photo yesterday... |
Italian chocolate egg.
Just one bite...
& I become one with the egg...
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| OM. |
Yay! A giant dinosaur egg & I get to eat the babies!!!
I just knew paleontology would be delicious!
Even with all that aesthetically-inclined-Italian-bun invoked excitement, Some People think perhaps the best part of this day was flying the totally cheapo, yet strangely effective kite Rowan acquired from the very harried & slightly dilapidated-looking "Easter Bunny" at the city's egg hunt. Lucky Rowan got two rounds of kite-flying action with some of his favourite elders.
Sheesh, this is a lot of work!
Are you sure we're doing this right?
Poppie = kite expert. Now we're flying in style.
Whew! Report complete & it's not yet midnight! Hooray for extra sleep for Some People who burn the candle at both ends!
