Eggstatic

Easter wasn't the all sing all dancing affair it perhaps should've been. Husband was working, again, for about the tenth day in a row and the boys were fed up not having two parents for the whole day.

But ...

There was chocolate. C devoured it. M was kinda uh ... take it or leave it.

There was (excited) rolling of painted 'octonaut' boiled eggs at Kelvinpark. The eggs were chucked down the grassy hill ...
'Did it crack?'
'No it's just got dirt on it'
Emergency measures were implemented ...
'It cracked!'
'How?'
'I used a stick.'

There was more chocolate. This time cake at the cafe in the park.


Next year we must stock up on plastic eggs from Target in the US and do the American Easter bunny tradition as well as allow the boys to gorge on chocolate until they feel decidedly sick!