Some further evidence that the easter is extendingg itself in Annabel's mind for weeks on end:
I asked Annabel if she wanted eggs for breakfast this morning.
"I do, daddy" She said.
"What kind of eggs do you want?" I asked
No response
"Do you want scrambled eggs or sunny-side up eggs or over-medium eggs, like mommy likes?" I asked
"I want CHOCOLATE eggs, Daddy. Chocolate."
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