The Eatons (Clare, Don, and Donny), Twik, and Jim joined us (Johnstons, Olbrys, Smiths, Morris’) for Easter at the beach house. I somehow managed to take no pictures of our guests. Our Easter tradition in FL involves a huge breakfast of Eggs Benedict masterfully executed each year by Grandpa Jere. With a bunch of helping hands he managed to serve all 17 of us a wonderful breakfast. It was augmented by Clare’s Monkey Bread which is kind of like crack disguised as breakfast. Niko doesn’t know what eggs are yet, or bunnies, or baskets, or really anything. So I can’t say he really noticed the holiday. As far as I know he might think of it as “day I dress up like a sailor.”
