Against the wise advice of the denizens of the Crack Den, I took the brood to an easter egg hunt on Saturday. Why would they advise against it, you ask? Because it was thirty freaking degrees and miserable, that's why. And it certainly was. (Hint: you can't pick up easter candy with mittens on.) Little SP stayed warmly wrapped, snuggled in his sling (and so pretty much invisible) the whole time, but here's the others, including the steps necessary to thaw them when it was over.
The six year old meets an Easter Bunny who's not even trying.
Did I mention that it was 30 degrees?
The teen warms up at a diner. Sometimes hot chocolate is better than cold chocolate.