Hippidy, hoppidy . . . Easter’s on it’s way!
Tonight I was remembering sleeping in the bottom bunk at my cousin’s house in Arkansas. While they were fast asleep in the top bunk, I would peek out the window as soon as it was light in hopes of getting a glimpse of Mr. Cottontail. I never saw him but I remember when he started leaving quarters and even dollars in the eggs. I also remember when my uncle slipped up and said something about having to be the bunny that year. I never told my cousins.
Oh Happy Easter to you!