Monday, April 13, 2009


When his parents had their backs turned, the teenagers snatched poor Max and slapped a bunch of gel in his hair. Then they handed him some sticks and made him entertain them on Joe's drums.
Luckily for little Lucy, she escaped their dastardly clutches and was free to roam. But she did have to wear her winter coat to keep warm on the childrens Easter egg hunt.

Other then the teenage corruption of the young and the pesky rain, our Easter day was perfect.

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