The Fork:

I'd like to start out by saying, "Don't blame the messenger."  The Easter Bunny no longer exists.  Again, don't blame me.  Blame Ava.  "Ava, my innocent 3 year old daughter?" you ask.  Yes, Ava.


Yesterday, on our way to Dallas, TX, Ava broke the silence in the truck by beginning the following conversation:

AVA: I'm eating.MARIJO: (I look back & see she's not eating anything)  Oh yeah?  What are you eating?AVA: The Easter Bunny.BEN: The Easter Bunny?  How?AVA: With a fork.

Umm...Happy Easter, everyone?!