The Easter bunny was good to all this year. Well, all but Michael. Poor guy didn't get a basket since I, I mean, the Easter Bunny was so focused on the kids. I felt bad but he seemed content on mooching off the kids so it worked out ok.
I was doing the dishes and noticed the strange quiet. I found Violet with a chocolate bunny partially opened. This is how she looked after finishing the job. Nasty.
Even she got sick of the nastiness. Check out the Einstein hair. Punks everywhere are going to start ditching the Elmer's glue and switching to Hershey's bars.
Jack got so good at recognizing the different candy sounds when he shook the eggs. It was so funny to watch him find one, rattle it and then declare its contents before opening it. Smarty cake! Or candy-holic, whichever.