You can tell you have a boy when he decorates his Easter eggs with fire trucks, rockets, and bikes:
Gavin was enthusiastic about eating one of his eggs for breakfast. But he didn't like it. I asked him if he wanted me to cut it open so we could see what is inside. He replied, "trick or treats?" If only real eggs contained candy. Then I might actually be interested in raising chickens.
Tomorrow night we're having a group of friends over for Easter dinner and an Easter egg hunt. I made these for dessert for the kids (and a few extra for the parents):
