We "hid" Patrick's eggs upstairs and it didn't take long before he was calling them balls and throwing them. Another reason I didn't put anything in the eggs... poor boy didn't really get anything for Easter since he doesn't understand- or need anything. I showed him the outfit from Grandma Sharon though, he was not delighted, typical male. Might be too big for Florida but at some point we will dress him as preppy boy.
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I love when they are that little and clueless and just want to roll the balls around. Or spend an hour opening just one instead of crying because someone else got more...the joy!
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