The problem with buying Easter eggs before Easter is that I eat them.
It is as simple as that.
At least I have this photo to prove that I did buy Easter Eggs.
But then again maybe proof is not what I need.
On Easter morning, when my family wonders where the Easter eggs are, I'll say, "Gee the Easter Bunny hid them really well this year didn't he!"
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Sacha sheepishly informed me last night that he hoped for a large beautiful chocolate bunny. "Mom," he said, "like the ones I saw in the shop window, you know, big with a beautiful ribbon."
"A big Chocolate Bunny?"
He looked down, blushed, lifted his eyes up, while nodding his head yes.
"A big B-E-A-U-T-F-U-L bunny, right?" I said while loving every minute of this sweet exchange.
"With a ribbon too," he added.
I hope my boy never grows up, and I guess it doesn't matter that I ate the Easter eggs as he hopes for a large beautiful bunny instead.
