Our oldest and I went to the store on Monday to get supplies to make you an Easter basket. You asked where we were going and I gave you a sheepish grin. Based on that, you knew that I was planning something for the blog (which you now know about). So instead of asking for details, you gave me a list of things to pick up.
At the store, we bought an Easter gift bag, some of that fake grass, a stuffed bunny (duck? I can’t remember), a small box of assorted chocolates, some Cadbury eggs, and an Easter egg filled with Starburst jelly beans. When we got home, we put the bag together, then left it on the driver’s seat of our van. Here’s the bag:
In the morning, you were excited when you opened the van door and saw your bag of goodies. But the girls were even more excited. You shared your candy with them and the baby claimed ownership of the stuffed duck-bunny thing.
It surprises me that our oldest kept the Easter bag a secret. She’s had trouble with that before.
UPDATE: It was a duck: