So with Easter just a couple days away, I was hippity hopping down memory lane thinking about some of my favourite Easter traditions of the past. Most of my memories consist of Easter baskets, chocolate bunnies, and dying Easter Eggs. Speaking of dying...did I mention that I accidentally killed a duckling when I was 3 years old? It was a tradition for my dad to get me a chick or a baby duck every year and then we would drop it off at Lake Norman when it got too big for a cardboard box or we got tired of cleaning duck shit out of the bathtub. I have always loved animals...apparently I just loved Quackers a little too much. (For the record, that was really his name.) See the attached picture. This was taken only moments before the homicide. Apparently following the casualty; a rumor of a mass genocide spread among the poultry community. Look at how the family of ducks react in my presence in the following picture. You can almost hear the momma duck screaming "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!

On that note, I hope you all have a very Happy Easter! John Paul and I will miss being at home with our friends and family.