Easter was an eventful day. It was my first Easter too, so I was still trying to figure out how a bunny fits into the whole scope of things since which chickens did he steal the eggs from and why are the eggs made of this sweet stuff that mom usually finds in my nappy? I guess these questions will all be answered in the years to come so I will update you when I find out, perhaps shed light on this for one of life's greatest mysteries.
Anyway, I ate one of these eggs, and wow they're pretty cool; can't say I think that it would be that tasty with bacon on Saturday morning, but dad eats them all the time so maybe it's not just a breakfast thing. I think I could get used to this. Here's the sequence of events on Easter, as you can see I was clearly very keen to get my mitts on those eggs. Mom spoiled the fun before I even got to eat it, but at least I could wipe all of that browny goodness on my lips.
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