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Easter Gets In Your Face

I got a hard, cold look at the ultimate in unfairness this Easter weekend.

Margo has been living high off the hog, being exposed to such delicacies as baked ham, mustard, scalloped potatoes, asparagus, satay sauce, Vietnamese salad, and a day with not one, not two, but three meals of pancakes. And, of course, an Easter egg hunt, courtesy of the Easter Bunny. Gifts left by the Easter Bunny during her nap. She also got to spend the morning cooking with Mama and playing a little game called Take Every Book Off the Bookshelf with her buddy Evan (this is the equivalent to 52-pickup for parents).


Life just doesn't get any better than this.

Maude, on the other hand, got to try such delicacies as Cheerios, toast, and a cabbage leaf. Her body rejected at least one of them, and not from the mouth end. She may also be getting another round of teeth, and she gets so excited by having her big sister around that she has trouble napping.

Maude, I don't know what you did to piss off Fate, but for god's sake, buy her a bottle of wine or something to make up, because you're getting the shaft, chère.

- Michel
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