Spring Fling?

What's a spring fling? Something that Kobe Bryant had with some floozy? Now that I think about it, yeah...I guess it is. That's besides the point though.

The spring fling is actually our Easter celebration at CFC. Why a spring fling? Because it's politically correct. I don't know. I heard that in Florida, the Easter bunny has been renamed the Spring bunny and that Easter eggs are now called spring spheres. Really? Eggs aren't even spheres!

Anyways...it all means that mommy and daddy come to get me early, hang out, and eat lots of food (it's a potluck in our home base). While mommy and daddy were eating pizza, cookies, and lumpia, my friends and I were eating fruit, cheese, and cereal. Seems sort of unfair, huh?

We went outside and had an spring sphere hunt. This was my first one and it took a little while before I understood what I was supposed to do. First, I saw a blanket with a bunch of toys on it. Of course, that means I'm heading straight for it! Spring spheres? Ehhh. It's not like I could eat them (they were plastic). Mommy encouraged me and I eventually got it. I like putting things in my bucket at home. This was sort of the same. I had six in my spring bag (basket) when I went to play with my friends but only three when I got home. Hmm....maybe they other three are with my missing bottles.


We then went to visit the spring bunny. At first, I just thought he was a weirdo. I mean...I've never seen a bunny before, but I heard they were these little fuzzy things that hopped around and ate carrots. This bunny was HUGE and he was sitting in a chair! No hopping. No carrots.

Someone is going to have to explain this whole bunny / egg thing to me.