Happy Easter everyone! Or as us non-Christian folk call it, Tomorrow-We-Have-To-Go-To-Work Day!Last year we went to our friend's house for Easter when the kids were seven months old. We didn't expect the kids to enjoy Easter traditions like the egg hunt or the rabbit stew, but we still got them out of the house and put rabbit ears on them. Well, twelve months have passed and guess what? The kids still don't care!
I really thought the kids would have a little more interest with Easter activities, but they did not. Andrew had as much fun finding a plastic egg as an old piece of dog poop. And Emma just enjoyed stealing other parent's car keys and staring at white kids. Seriously...look:
From left to right: Emma, white girl.Emma and Andrew still enjoyed going to our friend's place and playing in their yard. And I think next year the kids will start to understand the significance of Easter. And by significance I don't mean the resurrection of Jesus, but rather the importance of coloring eggs, eating chocolate bunnies, and realizing how disgusting Cadbury creme eggs are. Don't you hate how the true meaning of holidays are lost nowadays?
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