The Worst Easter Ever!

Both kids bounded out of bed this morning and immediately began
looking under the beds and in the closet for the surprise easter
goodies that (I forgot) appear every year.

"This is the worst Easter Ever!", Said Savannah (age 6) when she
concluded that the Easter Bunny had not visited.

"He must not have known where to find us" said Mackenzie (age 10).
I had looked online and asked around the previous day but could not
find any Easter-oriented activities within walking distance but had
frankly completely forgotten about the traditional visit by the Easter
bunny during the night.

Hoping to ameleriorate the hurt feelings, we set out in an attempt to
buy some last-minute easter goodies. Although our room sits directly
across the street from a mall, all the stores were closed for the
holiday and we were unsuccessful in locating anything.

Julie did manage to bring home a half-dozen eggs from the corner store
and I was able to talk the manager of Denny's into boiling them for me
(there are no kitchen facilities on the property). Although the chef
managed to break three of the eggs, the children are now decorating
the eggs that remain with three crayons I got from Denny's.