As I was cleaning up in the kitchen, I could hear little sounds—an unusual kind of silence, the kind that happens when two small children are doing something they know they shouldn’t be doing. As I dried my hands on the dish towel, I peeked into the living room to see what was going on.
The Two Pickles had discovered where I kept the bunnies. They remembered that inside the bunny there were Easter eggs, so they thought maybe they were still there. And behold—they found some old Easter eggs. As I peered into the living room, I saw them eating away, smacking and munching in such delight, trying to get as many as they could into their mouths. Maybe they found six or seven of them. They were all in their mouths. Little wrappers were everywhere, and when they saw me, they smiled—so happy. Easter eggs at Christmas. I hope they don’t get sick.
The first photo is of Olivia it was taken last
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