Mark and I took Hans to the park district Easter egg hunt. We put him in the group with the older kids and he did quite well. He got about 15 eggs. All that he cared about was the candy. He definently has sweet tooth.


We told Hans that he was going to get a toy because he behaved so well. We took him to Walmart on our way home from the burial. We let him walk around he picked up a few toys and then he put them back. He eventually saw the millennium falcon and placed it on the bottom of the cart, people around we cracking up at him. Of course he picked out the most expensive toy around. He waited until the next morning to open it.