Upstaged by a Chocolate Egg
April 9th, 2012
I had big plans for my daughter’s Easter basket. We don’t do magical chocolate-toting bunnies at our house, but I grew up loving Easter baskets full of goodies so we’re keeping that part of the tradition. But I had valiant hopes of keeping the holiday from being a sugar binge and came up with a candy candy alternative for Miss Mouse’s basket.
I bought a slew of really fun hair ties and tucked them into plastic eggs. The eggs joined a very cool silver heart chime my mother bought her in the basket. It was perfect.
Or so I thought.
Unfortunately, I had failed to account for the Easter egg hunt at church. Myriad plastic eggs were collected by my wee Mousling at church, a scant two hours before I presented her with her basket at home. The eggs at church all had chocolate in them.
The eggs at home? Well, they paled in comparison, I fear. She opened about three, determined that there was no chocolate to be had, and promptly ignored the rest. Sigh.