Me: Max, I love you.

Max: Mama, cake.

 

I choose to believe that concludes the list of Max’s requests when planning a month on a desert island. Mama, cake. Done.

Oh, you’re tuning in today to hear about the Easter egg triumphs and tribulations? Remember this: Lithuanian egg dye does not fuck around.

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