Years ago, on a beautiful Easter morning, our family was gathered together watching our church's semi-annual General Conference. George queried, "Why is it an Easter Bunny? Why not an Easter Rat?"
Thus, the Easter Rat was born. No more Easter Bunny at our house.
The morning gathering
The line up
The rush
The search. Pay no mind to the wedding boxes behind the couch. We were about a month out from Faith's and Landen's wedding
The stretch.
It's going to be a long time-- if ever-- that we have the Brothers Fox together for an Easter morning egg hunt
Cannon was particularly silly and fun
He was intrigued by the poppy arm robot
Peter was obsessed with this slinky, and believe it or not, a month later and it's still alive.
I suppose slinkys aren't "alive", but to not get tangled and ruined within two days is some kind of record at our house.
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