So far, Easter has not been kind to poor little Bentley. Not kind indeed. He fell down a rocky cliff not once, but twice. And as I wiped the quarts of blood off of his face and tried to straighten his nose back all he could mutter through his cries was, "MY EGGS! I DROPPED MY EGGS! WHERE ARE MY EGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGS???"
Right there on your head buddy, two giant new goose eggs.
Here's hoping tomorrow isn't nearly as traumatic.