Sunday morning … Joseph wakes up and comes into our room … apparently he can’t find his Easter basket. 🙂 Ron and I look at each other. Oops! The Easter bunny hadn’t done his job … or hadn’t he? 😉 😆 Ron said … “So how are we going to get out of this one?” I had NO ideas … none. “Truth”? Nah.
When Joseph went to pee, I got out of bed, ran downstairs to my car, popped the trunk, grabbed three baskets, threw them into the appropriate seats in the VAN, closed the door, ran upstairs, jumped into bed and Joseph walked back in about 30 seconds later. 🙂
None the wiser.
He eventually found the baskets and thought it was a really cool spot to hide them. 😀