until Mohs discovered peeps. then egg-hunting became serious business.
he figured that out quick. by the time we made it to Siti and Grandpa's, it took 3 minutes of inattention for Mohs to find P's Easter basket, tear it off the table, open the eggs and start scarfing down some jelly beans. (we obviously made a broad exception for choking hazards for the occasion.)
and when Mohs is a teenager and looks back on this holiday, he can thank me for not dressing him in any sweet little bunny outfits.
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