The Easter Bunny rocks!! (Day 3)

George stayed at Granny and Grandad's last night so me and Carl could have some proper chill out time, a lie in and get packed without George wanting an egg hunt at 5am. We dropped him off at 5pm last night and immediately cracked open the good stuff! Drunken sillyness soon followed...

So the plan was, watch a film and have a takeaway. Takeaway arrived at 8pm and I was just about to start the film. (Good times!) At this point (before the prawn toast has touched my lips) Carl was upstairs with his head down the loo. "I've been sick babe, i'm going to bed" 8pm!!? HAHAA you girl.
So as planned I pressed play, watched the film and scoffed until my belly button was in danger of opening.
Seems we both had a good night, despite the film being total shite and thankfully this morning Lord Puke was feeling ok.

10.30am... Just about to pick up George so we quickly hid the eggs and treats around the garden. Got to my mums and found George jumping up and down in excitement asking if 'He'd' been. Who George? THE EASTER BUNNY!! Apparently he'd been asking to come home since 9am because he was so excited. His little face in the car on the way home was priceless. As I drove past the house to turn the car around he caught a glimpse of some shiny foil. "HE HAS!... HE'S BEEN!!" I honestly had a tear in my eye.
The hunt was brilliant. The innocence of a 3yr old has to be one of the most magical things in the whole world. So thank you Easter Bunny, you've really made my day.



Happy Easter xx