Nine children under six,
twelve parents, one grandmother
to watch the youngest.
A pot of cheese fondue
presided over a groaning table,
no room for plates.
One play structure,
one agitated dog,
one baby gate at the top of the stairs.
Each child with a basket or a bag.
FOUR HUNDRED EASTER EGGS.
We’re Texans,
she explained –
Go big or go home.
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