In the weeks leading up to Easter, Elijah and Luca
contemplated the big religious questions like “What are you getting us?”
Diana threatened to buy children’s bibles and that shut them
right up.
Unlike Santa, The Easter Bunny is a little harder for the
boys to wrap their heads around. Luca even went so far as to ask what a rabbit
had to do with Jesus. He said, “I guess it’s just like a mascot. Like
advertising for Jesus.”
Exactly.
I didn’t have a ton to do for Easter Eve since the Easter
Bunny is totally real and handled all of the egg hiding and Lego purchasing.
Our neighbor Lexa, on the other hand, was hard at work.
Because she is the greatest neighbor in the history of the world, Lexa decided
to throw an inter-yard egg hunt. She even went so far as to purchase enough
different kinds of plastic eggs that each child could have their own color,
eliminating any hard feelings. She even woke up at 6am on Easter morning to
personally hide all the eggs and apparently clean up the 4 pounds of Grover
poop in our backyard.
Did I mention she is the greatest neighbor in the history of
the world?
Easter morning came early. So early that Eli spun our
bedroom clock around so we wouldn’t see the godawful time they were bouncing on
our heads.
Legos discovered, candy devoured, coffee consumed, we all adjourned
to the yard for the hunt. We discussed the rules (No pushing. No fighting. No
pointing out the horrible state of our sod) and then they were off!
There were immediate shrieks of joy upon finding the little
plastic eggs. Followed closely by shrieks of horror.
In the short time between Lexa hiding all the candy filled
plastic eggs and the actual hunt, the eggs had become infested with millions of
ants. So instead of colorful delights, the children found black, writhing
terror.
Luca simply brushed off the insects and chowed down. The
other kids were a little more grossed out.
We rinsed off the eggs and tried it again later inside,
which resulted in slightly fewer candy and ants. But in the end we rested
assured we had done our part for childhood obesity.
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