Easter Morning dawns bright and sunny Chez Soup. The boys are rooting through the spoils left behind by the Easter Bunny. Peace and harmony reign; they're all getting along so great in this moment and I'm enjoying their giggles because this is so rare these days.
That careless Easter Bunny must have had a hole in his jellybean bag because there was a trail of them all the way from the front door (the one we never use) leading in to the baskets (s)he left by the fireplace.
In a bonus appearance by a legendary childhood leaver of gifts, the Tooth Fairy left a golden dollar under The Boss's pillow. Because he lost a molar at some point last night, but forgot to tell us until a couple of hours later. You'd think a kid would notice a bloody, gaping hole in his mouth and report it immediately to his parents… but you would be wrong.
As we get ready for a day of church and friends and fellowship, I'd like to wish you and yours a happy Easter. And because I need to leave the house in, like 15 minutes, I'm recycling posts:
Last year I got my dander up about an "egg-themed picnic" for the kids. But shhh, don't say the E-word.
Buried deep inside this post about mixed-up theology includes mention of the unusual setting for our Easter Egg hunts when I was growing up.
Lastly, you know we're all about classy here. Proof positive in this photograph from last year's Easter dinner table.
Soup Is Not A Finger Food 
The fireplace is exactly where our Easter Bunny leaves baskets too, but instead of a trail of jelly beans there’s chocolate wrappers. The real shame came when one of the hollow chocolate bunnies broke (OK, I left it in the back of the car and it melted). Still tasted good.