"What would you and Miguel like to eat while you're here?' I asked my daughter.
"Pie," she answered.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"Pie," she said. "Just pie. Oh, and are we doing the bunnies?" she asked.
She was referring to our tradition of rising at dawn on Easter morning and surreptitiously (though I believe that by now everybody in the 'hood pretty much knows it's us) decorating the yards of our neighbors with colored paper bunnies (see post form 4/12/2020, "Bunnies, Bunnies, Bunnies").
"Yep," I replied, "There will be bunnies."
"And can we have Christmas Breakfast, too?" she asked, referring the the meal, also known as The Big Breakfast, that we eat every Christmas morning,
And so it was decided: Over the course of the weekend we would celebrate with pie, bunnies, Christmas Breakfast, and Saturday night dinner with my son Tommy and his mate Emily.
Bright and early the following morning, Easter Sunday, Tom and I bunnied the neighboring lawns.
When Tommy and Emily arrived they helped with the finishing touches,