“Daddy, come outside and see my piñata,” my nine-year old exclaimed on Sunday afternoon. After a long, full morning at church on Easter Sunday we then spent several hours with my mother who was recovering from knee surgery. Finally home, it was nice to just crash for a while.
Dawson led me outside to see his latest creation. My creative boy had drilled holes into four of his remaining Easter eggs and strung them together with yarn.
“Help me find a place to hang these in the woods and we can have a piñata!”