{Chocolate-covered strawberries for our Easter Brunch}
On Easter Morning, Gavin came out of his room eating a hard-boiled egg. I knew he hadn't been downstairs to get one out of the fridge so I asked him where he got it. He told me that he had hidden two under his pillow last night while we were dying eggs...
Yuck. I guess you never know when you'll want an egg in the middle of the night. And, yes, those are flannel sheets on his bed... it STILL hasn't gotten warm enough for the other ones.
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