Easter

This was soon after the kids refused to believe that the raisins I left around the house were indeed Easter Bunny feces.

The old man in the suit is actually a 1 year old. Looks like he should be sitting in the middle of Florence drinking some chianti and scrafing a cannoli.



Isabella and Mia were so wrapped up in their Easter treats, they failed to notice the small bald guy stealing their booty. In Joe's defense, he needed to verify his theory on cheek size vs. total number of peeps. His stomach hurt for days but his movements were very light and airy.





"Um, hey, what's the deal with these things? Did they come out of me? Is it because I shoved all of those marshmellow pigeons down my throat? C'mon people, you've got to warn about these things I'm only 1"