They LOVE their new lawn chairs. Super cool. They fold up, can be worn as backpacks, and have a little pocket for snacks on the back. Sorting through their eggs. THANK YOU, NANA, for limiting the egg surprises to nuts and animal crackers. Naturally, they stuffed them all in their mouths until little nut and cracker crumbs were spilling out of their mouths ALL over the condo. Nothing more fun than throwing the grass in all directions before moving on to the egg hunt. I'm gonna look fabulous in these. I should probably put them all on at once. That shadow on his chin is purple jelly belly juice spilling down in shiny trails. “Look at Mommy, Windham.” “You mean you want to see what I got?” And the hunt begins… Is that an egg “unner der”? “Hi, Bunny, what's your name?”“What do you want for lunch?”“Thanks for all the treats. I really like my new loungin' lawn chair.” “Bunny, you have to SIT DOWN on the table. No standing.” about 10 minutes after arriving at the condo, this… and this.