Bunny Tales (and Feet)

I have a sweet, clever, inquisitive (and blessedly) naive daughter. Earlier today, we ran errands in the car which included picking up Easter egg dye (and dyeable cardboard eggs, and chalkboard eggs. Who knew these existed?) Inevitably as it would be for a child whose brain never quits, questions about the Easter bunny arose. “Where does [Read On]

I Bought Mini Reese's Peanut Butter Cups for the Easter Baskets

…but what they don’t know, won’t hurt them. I won’t tell if you won’t tell.