Marisol has been eating a lot of candy recently in celebration of Jesus' resurrection and, in a nod to the trinitarian philosophy of three beings in one, the other day made it impossible for observers to determine where she, her cupcake, and the face paint became separate entities.

To make matters worse: "I ate the paper by mistake," she said.

On Easter morning I returned from this to find her covered with chocolate. She looked like Al Jolson. I cleaned her up and took this photo as she bit into a Cadbury Creme Egg and threw back her head in joy.

We are not the type of parents to embarrass our children by displaying photos of them in the bathtub, etc., but I am going to be hard-pressed to refrain from showing this picture to her spouse on her wedding day.

"See if you can compete with this Creme Egg, pal," I'll say.

Labels: holiday, outfits

My brother has a gravitas that belies his quarter-year.

Labels: harrison, holiday