So tonight we did the Easter story in eggs. If good intentions count, then I think we get an A for effort. But as for actually getting the meaning across, well.... Let's just say we started in on this pretty late in the evening (not recommended), add to that the sugar high that some of us were on, the flatulence that one individual had, the continuous clicking of the plastic eggs, and the constant flash of a certain person's camera
(who, of all people, should know better than to be so distracting), I think we were doomed from the get-go. But even if it didn't quite go down like I pictured it, we were all together and it was fun.
And we got to belt out some Easter tunes while he played.
Love him.
(and no, those aren't fingerprint smudges)











