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April 12, 2009
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Now that Easter has come and gone, I can safely say that Punky is well-versed in the true meaning of the Christian holiday. In fact, I was so concerned with making that aspect of things interesting to her that I completely forgot to mention the Easter bunny until late last night when it was time for her to go to bed.
“The Easter Bunny comes at night while I’m in bed?” she asked. “That’s funny!”
“He comes, but not if you’re still awake!” I said hastily. The girl’s never gone to sleep faster.
I could tell you about the amazing church service we attended or the way Punky cried when I read her the Good Friday story, moving me to tears as well.
Or I could tell you about the way my husband almost cried at Target when we got our bill for Easter for six and Punky’s birthday, all at once. Or I could tell you about the shrieks and squeals that rang out this morning after the Easter Bunny had visited. Or how Bruiser’s new set of cars kept him busy for an entire morning and afternoon.
But let’s get real. You’re here for the egg hunts, right?
Of course right.
Okay. Egg Hunt Number One took place at Red Caboose Park. It was a 20,000-egg Egg Hunt, to be precise. And we wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Can you blame us?
This post originally appeared on Parents.com.
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