Happy Easter. What a wonderful way to wake up on Easter Sunday--to the sounds of screeching boys from downstairs. I descended to investigate, to find the two youngest tussling over whose Easter basket belonged to which boy. Apparently, the Easter bunny has a sense of humour and did not leave identical sized baskets for each boy.
I plan to take this up with the bunny(her) before the afternoon's egg hunt. Yes, my two youngest boys are 11 and 9 years old, but apparently you're never too old to notice when your brother's basket is .5 microns larger than yours...