We have been having a ball with a box of Easter eggs from Nana Linda. Most of them are from my childhood and were collected over the years. Some of them are old and the hand painted decorations are worn off. They bring back memories of Sunday Easter egg hunts and eating myself sick on jelly beans and chocolate malt balls.

Cannon can occupy himself forever clanking the eggs together, tasting them, chasing them across the floor and dumping them onto his lap.