Sweden's children are dressed up and out knocking on doors this evening and I am ready. I got six bags of chocolate, greased up the hinges on the front door, and reminded myself to tone down my enthusiasm so that nobody would get freaked out. That went out the window, of course, upon the first pling of our doorbell. They were so cute, you guys! They gave me their little drawings and took one of each kind of candy apiece and said "Glad påsk!" about a dozen times over the course of the transaction. They got chocolate and I got crappy drawings and I still think I came out on top.
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