Last night I was "living the dream" as my husband calls it. Put together an Easter basket and hid eggs.
I got K. a book about Easter so he would have some idea what this morning was about. His favorite thing was Duncan, of course. He became a fixture immediately, he had to nap with K.
He liked his bunnies, too. Both plush and chocolate.
Did you know Easter Grass could be used to decorate vehicles? K. had a unique way of opening the Easter eggs. He threw the first one on the floor, probably thinking it was a ball, and the candy came out. All the rest of them were thrown, too. The aftermath was widespread. His poor new kitty got chocolate kisses on his white face.
This sums up his feelings about Easter.