Natalie enjoyed her goodies. She was devastated Sunday morning, though, when her basket wasn't out in the open. I was too tired Saturday night to stuff it, so I told her the bunny hides the basket and we would find it.
She then hunted eggs in the front yard. She kept looking out the front window, thinking she forgot some or others miraculously appeared.
The joys of childhood: when sitting on the lap of a bunny means a basketful of all the stuff she asked for.