I just moved my fish into a bigger vase. The little one was pretty, but he seemed sort of cramped and I had to clean the water out every three or four days. This way he gets lots of space and won't have to live in nasty water.

I still haven't named him. Allison is campaigning for Fluffy, but it doesn't seem to fit. I like the idea, though. When I was little I used to want a white kitten so I could name it Midnight. I've been looking through those baby name sites for something, but haven't found anything. Maybe he just won't have a name. He doesn't really need one, if you think about it. It's not as if I'm going to call him to come inside or write letters to him or anything, like you would with a person or a dog or a cat.

Easter was nice. The Morris team had sort of an ale at the Easter parade, which was fun, as always. Flying Bark and Albemarle came. We had Good Sandwiches and danced on Monument Avenue and had a good time. Somebody brought some really wonderful stawberry soda and nobody fell down or got seriously injured, so it was counted a success.

I got Nutella!! Somebody always brings a jar to the International Food Festival at school and it's the best stuff in the world. Well, maybe not the best, but it's awfully good. I had asked Mom to get a jar if she could find it in the grocery store, but she said she couldn't. But guess what I found in my Easter basket? If you've never had it, it's this hazelnut paste with a little chocolate flavor. A bunch of kids from school just got back from a trip to France and they said the French eat it like we eat peanut butter. On sandwiches, straight, whatever. Only it's sweet, so they eat it on crepes, too. I'll have to try that. Nutella nutella, I love it.

The eating of the Easter eggs has begun. We've got it down to about a dozen now, which isn't bad since we started with two. There will be hardboiled eggs worked into every meal possible until they are used up. There will be plain eggs, egg salad, creamed eggs on toast. I mostly like the creamed eggs except that Mom makes them with too much dill. The rest are too eggy for me. There are some foods you can eat for days and days and never get sick of them, but eggs are not one of those foods. They lurk in the refridgerator day after day, leering evilly at passersby. Their colored shells haunt the compost bin. The smell of boiled eggs is unavoidable. And the only way to get rid of them....is to eat them.

That was fun to write.

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