No Fank You

Dear Addie,

It was a great day.

On Easter morning 2025, I woke up around 6 AM, drank about a pot of coffee alone, then went to the grocery store for a few things. By 9 AM, when everyone else woke up, I had already made another fresh pot of coffee and I was ready for the epic egg hunt to begin - I mean who doesn't love a little friendly competion right?

Everything was going smoothly. Clues were being decoded and followed (the bunny really makes you work for it around here), and eggs were being found. That was until we headed outside and discovered that during his morning potty break, our trusty beagle, Finn, decided to join in on the fun by locating, busting them open and eating all the candy from the hidden eggs in the garden. He was very proud of himself for the record. We all laughed it off and headed back in to finish the rest of the hunt.

Once the hunt was complete, it was time to enjoy the Easter baskets filled with treats and a few small items. One of those items for you was a set of fun bath toys. I know that sounds a bit unusual, but you really enjoy your bath time, so it seemed like a great idea at the moment. You quickly took them out of your basket and set them aside. While I was cleaning up, I decided to go ahead and put the bath toys in the bathtub ensuring they were all ready to play with when the time came.

This might be a good time to insert a random autism fact: The act of making eye contact is extremely stressful for some people affected by autism.

OK now back to bathtime.

You took one look at the tubby toys and immediately sprang into action, removing them from the tub and dumping them straight into the hamper. But Mommy here, not ready to admit defeat on this gift just yet, retrieved them from the hamper and placed them back in the tub, demonstrating how fun they could be when the water poured through them. Unamused by my efforts, you sternly said, "No, Fank you!" (we are working on that "th" sound) and removed them again, this time placing them in the sink. Not wanting to send you into a downward spiral of emotions, I decided to leave it be and maybe try again another day.

A few days later, I placed the bath toys in the tub and started the bath. That's when it hit me – they were kind of creepy! No matter where they floated in the tub, they always seemed to be staring at you. No Fank you indeed, Ad! What was that Easter bunny thinking, anyway? Oye.

This Easter, our trusty beagle added "fearless egg hunter" to his resume by hijacking the Easter egg hunt. Coupled with those creepy bath toys, it all made for some good laughs. But more importantly, we were all together, and that was the best part.

Happy Easter, baby girl!

Love,  

Mom