Ah, Easter. It's the one Sunday of the year my kids have no say in what they wear to Church (unless you count pretty much every Sunday when I threaten taking them to Church in their pajamas if they don't put on Sunday appropriate attire in like 2 minutes). Sure, they might have mussed up their hair as soon as I gelled it, but that's as far as you go, buck-o. This Easter, Grandma Walker bought the attire and Ruby got to pick out her very own dress. I got to squeal in delight when I found Noelle's, blue belt and all. And Sam, although wearing a bonafide tie tie, got to feel really surly about having to wear it...period.
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