Clayton would be about two and a half. Tyler is eight almost 9. We were still living in the house in Raytown.
This was the first year that Clayton really got into Easter. We hid eggs over and over and over for weeks afterwards. He thought it was a a great game.
Back when problems were much easier to solve. Tyler didn't talk back and Clayton was always lovie dovie.
Weren't they darling?
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