At both egg hunts, you took more pleasure in wearing your basket as a hat. You could care less about running around like the others picking up little plastic eggs that you had difficulty opening anyway.
At the Easter festival, you patiently waited for your pink balloon bunny to be made. And afterwards, you studied the balloon master and his movements as he continued sculpting out balloon bunnies for the other kiddos in line. Then you turned to Daddy and smiled while you imitated the same hand movements for a few minutes and pretended to make him a balloon as well.
I filled up your swimming pool in the backyard so that you and Isabella could go fishing, not swimming. When I came back from rolling up the hose, you were sitting in the pool fully clothed, shoes and all, with a grin from ear to ear. So we said to heck with clothes and that's how you and Isabella ended up "skinny dipping" in the backyard.
Just another one of your silly ways of having fun.
You are plotting your next move.
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