Happy Easter!

Nick informed me this morning that the Easter bunny had come by, not to deliver baskets to us, but to crash in our guest bedroom. He was very tired from visiting everyone's homes. Also, plastic eggs come from plastic chickens. Holidays take on a new meaning with this one.


Around here, we've noticed an interesting tradition. Along the main street in our neighborhood, dealers in tents have set up shop selling bunny pinatas. I find it disturbing to picture a bunch of kids attacking an innocent rabbit for the sake of some candy (a replica of the same animal who just the night before brought them treats).





I guess it could be worse. At least there aren't pinatas of a cross or Jesus...