So, I am not the best parent in the world.  Thankfully, I don't claim to be, otherwise I'd have some 'splainin' to do.  When I have to do things with my son that require him to be creative, I cringe pretty much the whole time.  I am a perfectionist by nature, and creative license should not be issued unless one is deserving.  (See first sentence.)  However, I desperately try to keep my mouth shut and encourage him.  I have the stubs where my fingers used to be to prove it. We didn't have an Easter egg hunt this year because, well, see my first sentence.  Instead, the Easter bunny brought presents and stuff to decorate eggs.  Since my son decided waking up at 6:20 AM was a great idea and I decided it most certainly was not a great idea, I have no pictures of him opening his presents.  Here's what happened when I did wake up, though.