Today we went to one of those places that aren't even on your radar before you have children -- a 300-acre farm about 45 minutes outside of D.C. that each spring gets itself dressed up as an Easter playland. Lily said she thinks it's where the Easter Bunny lives since the North Pole would be WAY too cold for him.
What I'm really looking forward to is the farm's pick-your-own strawberries season in late May -- I'll bet Amalia will eat right into their bottom line.
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