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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?

Probably.  So I felt bad and tried to make up for it with a conservative button-down cardigan.  Just as cute.

And then you ate too many jelly beans, ran around the house as if running for your life even though no one was chasing you, and somehow defied gravity as you flew into a door and put a hole all the way through your sweet little cheek.  Poor baby.  This is your sad face ending your Easter with an ER (visit).