Amundsons

Claire.  My sweet little Claire.  After her entire conscious life of dropping Charlotte off at ballet and then leaving, it was her turn.  The big game was before her- and she was ready.  There isn't much that Claire isn't ready for, or excited about, or waiting for until she is just a little taller, stronger or older. 

Greenville has a town-wide Easter egg hunt.  Claire only went for the pink eggs, intentionally walking over all the other colors- to the delight of the other kids and the horror of her parents.  Quality of quantity seemed like a good strategy, until she realized there was chocolate in the eggs.  Perhaps we learned a valuable lesson about how the outer color is not as important as the inner value... perhaps I am giving a 3 year old to much metaphorical credit. We made some Carrot Cake for our Uncle Richard. Perhaps Claire will protest some day that I am posting this picture.  All I can say in my defense is that I did tell you to get dressed prior to hunting the Easter eggs, but you were pretty intent on making up for the lost chocolate from the pink Easter eggs fiasco.  AND I did mention that there might be a certain cultural reference to wearing the bunny ears while scantily clad.  Is it really my responsibility if you didn't understand those implications at 3? Proba