Momma and Daddy took me to the Capitol lawn for my first Easter egg hunt. The whole thing took about 30 seconds after they released all the 1-3 year olds. By the time I figured out what I was supposed to be doing, all the eggs had been picked up so I only got one. I was content just watching the other kids run around and seeing the Easter Bunny from afar. When we went to turn in our eggs, they gave me some play-doh, a sucker, and a plastic egg with a toy bunny inside. I put all my loot in my basket and proudly carried it back to the car and held my basket all the way home making sure nothing spilled out.
Momma bought some drumsticks for her and the baby and the wrapper was very appealing to me. It seemed like something I should want, but I just wasn't sure. The night Momma got the last one out of the freezer, she offered it to me, as she always does, and to her disbelief and sadness, I took it and started eating it! She had really wanted that drumstick that night and didn't think I would actually accept her offer to have it. I was very happy with the drumstick in my hand, and was working on eating the nuts and chocolate coating when all of a sudden a big chunk of chocolate came off and some ice cream hit my lips! With a look of utter disgust, I spit out that chocolate coated ice cream and immediately gave the rest of the cone to Momma. She was so happy.
Even just the small amount of sugar I ingested made me silly enough to pose for the camera which is something I never want to do anymore.
