Great Grandma gave me a pretty red Easter basket with a bath toy in it.
There were pretty daffodils on the table.
I had the best meal.
Nini made me the softest bunny rabbit.
I climbed the stairs over and over and over …
… and made funny faces in my pretty dress, which Grandma bought for me.
I played with the buttons on Nini’s shirt.
And I found out that I really, really, really like homemade whipped cream.
I sat on Great Grandma’s lap for a long time.
I also sat with my Great Uncle Roger and …
… Sam, too (sorry I was so upset, Sam).
Grandpa let me play with the remote (which Mom and Dad never let me do).
Mom tried to get me to sit still—without Cheerios—for a family photo. Maybe next year.
“Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that comes only from whipped cream.” —Katherine Mansfield
