In Florida, sometimes dolphins come right up to your boat.
In Florida, we have cousins. From D.C.
In Florida, the Easter Bunny leaves a trail of chocolate from bed to living room, just like at home.
But in Florida, you have to swim to get to your chocolate eggs.
Which causes Brady to say, "Next year, I'm leaving traps for that darn rabbit."
Catching air on Easter morning is fun in Florida.
And I finally found a partner in seashell hunting. Brady's hooked.