A stalled train, a cab to a subway to a field where we missed our entry time, and we finally made it into the White House Easter Egg Roll, sun-burned and hungry. Masie lasted twenty minutes, terrified of having to interact with the Easter Bunny, Peppa Pig, and dozens of wandering Minions. Lunch above it all made it all that much better, and so much Wonder at the Renwick Gallery, where M learned to track the exhibits, left us breathless and dreaming of rainbows. March 28, 2016. Washington, D.C.