Here in Whoville, the youngest Who has given up the ghost and grabbed a nap (appparently, sleeping through church didn't count). The Big Whos are sugared up and napless, a dangerous combination, but currently engrossed in a movie (thanks, little yellow sponge guy). And mama and daddy Who are wishing Easter fell on a Saturday so we'd have a day to recover!
Despite what it looks like, the girls DID get Easter baskets. They just didn't want to empty them out for the egg hunt. But I confess we never got eggs dyed. I had the eggs. I had the dye. The two just never met up. Something about the day before spent with swimming lessons, haircuts, five loads of laundry and a much-needed pizza dinner out. The hours just disappeared.
Sorry, bunny. Maybe we'll dye some nice July 4th eggs.
