Everything fit and everyone was pleased, and I was very happy with all of that (though, Calvin did have some suggestions on how I could improve the next pair, by 'shortening the inseam' as he said. Ahem).
Adelaide, like any good third child, honed her art of picking up the leftovers (shaking each egg, and tossing aside the empties over her shoulder as she continued) as she followed her brothers around after the snowy egg hunt. The egg hunt during which Ezra declared that the treats were not in fact, brought by any Springtime or Easter Bunnies, but perhaps a Spring Skunk instead.
Alright, enough chatting from me. I'm headed back to the Mustard factory. Oh my.