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It was very nice. Quiet, religious for the most part. Then an Epicurean feast of roast lamb last night.

My 10-month old nephew got ahold of a chocolate bunny despite or perhaps because 4 adults were looking after him together and no one had primary responsibility to make sure that didn't happen. He downed a 10-oz bunny and promptly threw it up. He was happy about having eaten it and was kinda excited by the commotion surrounding him throwing it up and altogether seemed to have a lovely time.

My three-year old niece painted Easter eggs with me, diplomatically suggesting that perhaps I should use more paint, Aunt Nancy, since some white still remained on my finished eggs. I told her with equal politeness that I liked my egges with a little white. She then moved quickly, grabbing a big paintbrush filled with pink paint and as she jabbed my eggs with it, she said cheerfully, "Here, Aunt Nancy, I'll show you!" It was very funny. Just LOOKING at my eggs, you could tell what happened to them and see the story.