...from Will, who still prefers a pterodactyl in his Easter egg to any form of candy and who caught me stuffing plastic eggs with candy when he wandered out of his room at 10 p.m. last night (but who still believes unflinchingly in the Easter Bunny; in fact he's pretty certain he heard the bunny hopping around our house in the dark of night)
and from Owen, who enjoys fitting plastic egg halves together almost as much as he likes slamming a couple hardboiled eggs against each other until they crack.
...from Will, who still prefers a pterodactyl in his Easter egg to any form of candy and who caught me stuffing plastic eggs with candy when he wandered out of his room at 10 p.m. last night (but who still believes unflinchingly in the Easter Bunny; in fact he's pretty certain he heard the bunny hopping around our house in the dark of night)
and from Owen, who enjoys fitting plastic egg halves together almost as much as he likes slamming a couple hardboiled eggs against each other until they crack.
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