The morning we (they) dyed Easter eggs, I had boiled all the eggs for dying but we thought something for breakfast that sounded good needed eggs. So Xanthe asked me to take her to the store and Spencer could go with her while I waited in the car (it was still way too early for me). These are pictures from their adventures. Spencer walked down the aisles saying, "Are deese da eggs?" "Are deese da eggs?" And of course the only thing that stopped him were the chocolate Easter bunnies.