Being an Agnostic household, we don't actually celebrate Easter. Not in the traditional sense at least. On occasion we have attended brunches when invited, we even did an Easter egg hunt last year as part of a family get together. But we did it the weekend before since other family members had real Easter plans. Friday night when I was putting my kids to bed, my older son, asked me how many days until Easter. When I told him two, he squealed with glee. I was a bit apprehensive only because I was worried he was expecting something from the Easter bunny. But when I asked him why, it turned out he was excited for an egg hunt. An egg hunt I could handle, in fact it would be good for the kids. Anything to pull them away from the television, right? Since I had exhausted my supply of plastic eggs (translation: I had thrown them out) I needed to run down to Target on Saturday and buy some more. But then after I got home fro...
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