Nautie Easter

I was relieved to see Rocketboy being a kid yesterday. He had been taking Easter preparations into his own hands. Last month when I bought two dozen plastic eggs, he set up a kitchen-table assembly line, pressed his brother into service as egg-opener, and stuffed exactly one pez candy into each egg save one. He graciously let Hurricanehead stuff the last one, which yesterday was found to contain two stale pieces of Pirate Booty. Once finished, he stuffed the bagged eggs in the pantry, declared us ready for Easter, and asked me to make him a rabbit costume.

"Traditionally," I said, "it's the parents who pretend to be the Easter Bunny."

"I just want to make sure things go right," he said. Nothing like being idealized by one's child.

Hombre and I managed to hide the eggs (filled out with a little chocolate) without any special help, thank you very much. And I started work on a baby toy for a friend who teaches high-school science: a stuffed, knitted nautiloid. I'm about halfway through the coiled shell, and I'm already thinking that if one were to turn a couple of those coils upside down on a hat, a rockin' Bighorn sheep look would result.