Perusing the Easter aisle at Smith’s, Xander, Mary and I broke into a happy dance–“Chocolate bunnies, sparkle eggs, Peeps!” At least one passerby chortled as he passed us, but we didn’t care; we were busily filling the cart with the trifecta of Easter candies– Cadbury Eggs, Starburst Jelly Beans and Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs.
Well, maybe Xander did mention that I am “so immature” — whatever.
“go through the maze, if you cheat you can’t eat candy”
and at the bottom of the page:
“p.s. the maze is impossible.”
Our final addition was a chocolate chip, chocolate covered bunny cake. I make one every year (because we never have enough chocolate on Easter). It nearly didn’t make it into the package because the boys nearly convinced me that it wouldn’t survive the trip– we should just eat it.
Happy Easter! Somebunny loves you.
p.s. I just realized that all the grown up moms probably sent their missionary pictures of Christ and inspirational quotes. Poor Ben will have to deal with his immature mother.