So. Easter. I quite enjoy portions of this holiday. I like the chocolate. I like the adorable little animals that are depicted in toys and in life. I like the chocolate. I like the books I was given. I like eating chocolate, even if it means I have to bite through a foil rapper to reach it. I like that there's somebody who lived again, and can comfort me when I face scary things, like grass. I even liked my dress, once I finally grasped walking. What I do not understand, however, is why I must always be photographed in my dress immediately after having awoken from a nap.
"You are joking, right?"
"I am too tired to deal with grass right now!"
"This has been fun and all, but can I go back to bed?"
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