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  April 05, 2007
Hopping down the bunny trail

A terrible thing has happened. AJ received his baseball schedule yesterday and much to his father's chagrin, AJ will be playing for the Cubs. AJ is not distraught, however. His love for baseball in general supersedes his love for the White Sox in particular. "Besides," he pointed out, "blue's my favorite color."

And actually, if the White Sox's season opening games are any indication of the season ahead, this might be as good a year as any to distance himself from his favorite team. Still, he's worn his White Sox cap to school every day this week.

AJ is playing real Little League this year. There will be a parade and he will march in it in his uniform. He is very excited, possibly even more excited than he is about his birthday party on Saturday. And that's saying something.

Preparations for the big birthday event are ramping up although, since AJ's already had one birthday celebration, the excitement is not as intense as it was last year at this time. Still, all the RSVPs are in and all the goody bags have been stuffed. The supplies are mostly ready to go on Saturday. AJ likes to come down to my office, which is also serving as the birthday staging area, and survey the pile of birthday paraphernalia. "Can I look at it just one more time? Please?"

AJ has also been practicing for Easter. He unearthed a bag of plastic Easter eggs left over from egg hunts past and demanded a trial run. So we have spent the last half an hour hiding eggs for each other. This was also useful for the Easter Bunny, who hides real eggs and has an unfortunate tendency to forget where they were, a failing that can have extremely odiferous results. There are a lot of good hiding places in our house. My favorites: Inside the non-working typewriter that serves as a bookend for our LPs, inside the largest matryoshka doll, inside a papier mâché box shaped like an egg that my mother gave me many years ago, inside AJ's baseball glove, inside the birdhouse on the bookshelf, which has a small door on the side that everyone forgets about.

I am hoping the fact that I am writing down these particular locations will avoid a replay of Easter 1974 when one egg was not found until the following Halloween.

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