First of all, this rabbit deconstructs one of my favorite jokes from childhood (referenced at the bottom of this post), and so I’m left to pick up the pieces. Thankfully, I have my therapist on speed dial. Second, can the organizers of this Easter egg hunt secure the smiley rabbit costume rental for next year's event? This rabbit’s about the most disconsolate thing I’ve ever seen – he’s probably all depressed because the other rabbits in the colony make cracks about his four-eyed look.
Warning: Eggs-tra lame post ahead 
Late March means spring break for my mom, a schoolteacher, and so she blessed us with her presence and presents. Olivia absolutely loved her new wooden sushi set, but the moms in the audience rolled their eyes when I unrolled the inspired boast of “call me wasabi ‘cause I’m on a sushi roll.”
On this bright and sunny day, our daughter decided to debut her new duck umbrella and froggy boots (as you can see, they’re more buggy than anything; these were the closest things we could find to the footwear Olivia had fancied after watching one of her favorite cartoon characters jump puddles in his amphibious pair).
I was greeted with this gem when I returned home from work today:
“Daddy, this morning I made smoothies and I pooped.”
Proof that the apple of our eye doesn’t hug too far away from the tree: Olivia’s preferred mode of transportation is a no-emission electric 4x4; her parents roll in a gas-electric Civic hybrid.
We took advantage of the pleasant temperatures to play in the backyard. Olivia reacquainted with her favorite swing and implored me to push her skyward.
Olivia played the role of the Scoop Nazi today – she wouldn’t let me near her shovel and pail. She insisted on relocating woodchips from the side of the house to the walk leading up to our front steps.
Olivia took up her little spot on her own sofa sectional and did something we’d never seen before – she crossed her legs – which she undoubtedly picked up from me or
Perhaps if the warning had been about the Eyes of March – or the Ice (Cream) of March – Caesar wouldn’t have faced what turned out to be a time-sensitive yet untimely death.
A clean house doesn’t exist in a vacuum; however, it does exist because of vacuums.
