Three years ago, we moved into a new house, boasting a rather large crawl space. It was also a cold Easter, so the egg hunt was held indoors - in the crawl space, to be exact. Being no fool, I let Court hide the eggs - I try to stay out of those cramped quarters as much as possible. That fact would be obvious to anyone who dared to look around in that receptacle of can't-quite-discard memorabilia, which tends to gather near the entrance. Actually, even Bryce doesn't want to go in there any more - not that I blame him. So those of us too wise (read "old") to enter got a good laugh at those who did. And those who did, got candy and coins - a good trade all in all. Sorry, that's all the better that story gets.
But the picture has been one of my Easter favorites ever since. I can't decide if Bryce's expression says: I just saw a cotton tail disappear around the corner! OR I just stepped in something that might have passed close to a cotton tail. Either way, it makes me smile every time.
So - aren't you glad a picture is worth a thousand words and that I'm not going to actually tell you what those words might be? Please join me in enjoying a Granma memory and maybe a grandboy nightmare quickly banished by hugs and chocolates.
Happy Easter to all!