No wonderful Donnie Darko-esque pix of Sylvie this year BUT Gram did come by saturday eve with eggs & candy & a basket. So Sylvie got to hunt for eggs, even though we are heathens and don't go to church so therefore don't have a place to go easter egg hunting ...since it seems that churches are the only places to go a-huntin' in the suburbs. But I digress. Gram also gave Sylvie one of those spun sugar diorama-like eggs. Sylvie dropped it after 2 minutes and it broke. But it's the thought that counts. Oh! and a sugar sculpture that was a clown to Andrew.
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