There's a story behind T.S.'s bucket. We couldn't find his bucket on Saturday morning. I told him he could use Sadie's other one. (She was choosing to use the basket from Sissy's wedding.) T.S. didn't want to use it because it was pink and had beads on it. I went on to town to set up the community egg hunt. T.S. arrived with our bead bucket (formerly a play-doh container). He didn't seem to mind it.