Trumping the Easter Bunny

When our girls were growing up

Stuart used to complain that 

The Easter Bunny and Santa

 got too much credit.

They brought all the good stuff.

Now with grand kids

this story changes.

 This morning we loaded up and 

headed down the road to the kids' house.

We had a gift in tow.

 Aubrie kept saying she wanted a bunny or a fish for Easter.

Actually, she harped about it.

She ran that train into the ground.

I asked Pa Stuart what were his thoughts.

I asked their mom, Annie.

She said she didn't care.

She really said that.

So, Stuart said he would see a man about some rabbits.

Our neighbor had 8.

And a hutch he wasn't using.

Free.

Now that was a deal.

So we got 3 males.

No birth control required.

Lucy, no reproduction 'splaining to do. 

The kiddos were hunting eggs and 

unwrapping chocolate 

when we got there.

When we said there is a surprise outside

the stampede started.

They were surprised.

They named them 

Max, Roger, and Kevin.

I think Freaked,  Scratching Your Arm, 

and No Way IN Hell You Are Holding Me

would be better names.

Maybe it was the truck ride...

but these rabbits aren't digging the new digs.

I hope time will settle them down.

But the rabbits' displeasure wasn't noticed.

(And no, that isn't Kentucky blue grass.

Annie spray painted in her yard.

I cannot be held responsible...

I can't care.)

Someone got her Easter wish.

Someone got his too.

Ain't that the berries?