Somehow, during the night, the Easter Bunny snuck into our house and left a basket for OmegaDotter. OmegaDotter had to look for paw prints. No paw prints = sneaky bunny. OmegaDad offered to lock the doors and windows to the house next year, which was met with a horrified, "NO!" OmegaDotter is suspicious:

No longer suspicious, but excited:

Checking out the loot:

Everything arranged neatly:

There ought to be a law against taking pictures of women who have just woken up. OmegaDotter and Mr. OmegaMom did most of the bunny basket while OmegaMom was still asleep; then, OmegaDotter, excited beyond belief, came and yanked OmegaMom out of a sound and blissful slumber (she was jumping up and down next to the bed: "Mom! Mom! The Easter Bunny came and he brought horsies!"). Unbeknownst to me, Mr. OmegaMom was taking pics. You do not get to see them. I have some shreds of dignity left. If you had told the Omegas, four years ago, that we would willingly be bringing My Little Pony stuff into this house, and paying for it...I would have laughed your head off. How the mighty have fallen!