Easter bunny

On the Palm Sunday, kids dress up as witches and go from door to door, say a little poem, you give them easter eggs and they give you a decorated branch. When the doorbell rang, I was in the pj's -yep it was past the noon- forgotten the candy in the kitchen and offered the kids organic mandarins as Nea hopped behind me declaring that she is a city bunny. No wonder that the next visitor brought her mom as a bodyguard.