Last night there was a neighborhood BBQ and Easter egg hunt. The guy across the street killed a wild boar, so they cooked that bad boy up. I guess he found it digging up his backyard.
Just kidding...actually, he went hunting up north and caught it.
Anyway, the girls had a blast hunting for eggs, getting to know the other kids, eating chips, cupcakes, cookies, and candy.
And yes, welcome back, beloved taco tongue.