One night, we had this bunny that kept Mom and Dad up all night. When we got up in the morning he had left all these eggs hidden around the house. Amelia, of course, slept through the whole thing. There was an egg on the step of her bed, and she came into our room so confused. She ignored the egg sitting on my nightstand. So confused.
Dad and I thought she should look around for 'something bigger', and it took her a wee bit before she found something, cleverly hidden in her toys.
It was a bounty of edible jewelry, coloring books and a new Richard Scarry book.
Then she had breakfast.
After church, she found more bunny 'droppings'.
One thing that Dad and I have had nothing to do with, Amelia's religious upbringing. Unbeknownst to us, she likes to pray. She's pretty good at it.
For our Easter dinner, she demanded to say the prayer. I remembered to record it. Don't mind the shaking camera, I was laughing to hard. Silently, of course. And with my eyes closed and arms folded, 'cause she will firmly reprimand you in the middle of her gratitudes.
I love her!
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