He was right.
The Easter Bunny then snapped into quick action.
Alex then convinced Quinn that a very, very quiet Easter Bunny snuck into our house while they were in another room this morning to get the eggs and hide them. After Quinn checked the fridge again to find the eggs gone, he was impressed by the bunny’s magic.
“If I’d gone to get a snack, I might have seen him!” Quinn insisted. To anyone who suggested that it was strange that no one heard the bunny, Quinn said, wide-eyed, “Magic.”
“But, Quinn, what about—”
Then Alex and I sat on the porch and watched the munchkins scramble around the backyard.
In addition to the dozen real eggs, we had 24 plastic eggs that I had put candy in. Then I put those eggs in a bag with the leftover candy, figuring the leftovers would get put in a bowl later. When Alex took that bag to the yard to hide the eggs, he dumped the loose candy in a pile in the garden.
Because that makes sense.
Then this happened:
Then I watched this:
I am a terrible person.
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