So I’m stuck using these silly photos instead. She told me she didn’t care, and when I told her I would document and immortalize her indifference in my blog, she grinned.
Tomorrow morning we’re hosting an Easter egg hunt for our neighbors’ kids. And guess who’s organizing it? The Jew in the family (albeit the heathen non-believing Jew). Moi. I don’t quite know how that happened, but it’s pretty ironic if you ask me.
Anyway, I have at least 75 eggs filled with chocolate that my neighbor and I will scatter around our backyard tomorrow morning. If I am unsuccessful taking candid photos of Chloe searching for treasures, my lame photographer credentials will indeed be sealed.