HappyWill and I were pitted against each other in an Easter egg hunt around the my parents' yard. Some eggs were real--the others were plastic and filled with either loose change or jelly beans. HappyWill found all the eggs with change, must to my disappointment. He's three--he's going to fritter it away on cookies and lollypops instead of properly investing it in a mutual fund. He'll have to learn the hard way.
The Peep was not long for this world. It was, however, very politely eaten with a fork.
