Since when is it ok for a bunny to handle eggs?
Ok, so I’m a wee bit DOWN on the Easter Bunny this year. And I have a very good reason — 6 straight hours of the TALKING.
This was the first Easter that Duke ate his candy. Let’s review,
- Easter 1: Duke was given plastic eggs with Cheerios inside. He played with the eggs and ignored the Cheerios.
- Easter 2: Duke was given the same plastic eggs with a combination of Cheerios and fruit snacks inside. He ate the fruit snacks and ignored the Cheerios.
- Easter 3: Photos here. Duke LOVED the eggs of Matchbox cars, totally ignored his candy.
So this year began with the Easter Bunny buying Easter items in Target on Friday! She was there with 10,000 other people’s bunnies. Seriously, she thought she was going to lose her mind. She bought exactly three candy items: ONE packge of Peep Bunnies, a 4 pack of M&M filled eggs, and this seriously cool thing from Wonka called “Zero Gravity Eggs” — where the eggs had suction cups and sticky on them to be ‘hid’ anywhere. She also got a 6 pack of Matchbox car filled eggs — because they were such a hit. And finally, a book of Curious George stories.
Items purchased, the bunny went on about her life until nearly midnight Saturday night. Utoh, as she was crawling into bed, ‘I didn’t put out the candy,’ she thought. Getting up, she and her bunny assistant took to pulling the basket together. They had ONE last egg to hide when the assitant declarres he knows a spot he’ll never find — right in the middle of his play table in his room.
When Duke woke up on Sunday morning, he grabbed blanket, Red Bear, and THE EGG, and popped into our room. The talking began — all about how the Easter Bunny left him an egg. (YEAH! He got it!!!) The talking didn’t stop until he declared he wanted oatmeal and yogurt for breakfast. Ok, so we walk into the kitchen where there is a basket on the table with some eggs and lots of eggs “hidden” in the kitchen and living room. With tunnel vision he sees ONE egg — the M&M filled egg. That was his sole mission from that point forward. He ate it for pre-breakfast. He also took two bites of Laughy Taffy before handing it back to me because it was “‘tuck in teeth.”
He came down from that sugar high at 1pm when he finally crashed for a nap. The inbetween hours are a blur of talking and spinning and oh, my the talking. We did attempt to take him out for lunch, but he demanded “Apple Pie or a Cookie” and then refused to eat the food offered him (which was NOT apple pie or cookies). It was like watching an addict look for his next fix.
Once we returned home and Duke crashed for his nap, neither the Prince nor I spoke, turned the TV on, or made noise for 3 hours. Yes, we needed that much quiet — I may or may not have laid down for a nap.
When he got up we played outside for a bit. Our neighbor stopped over to chat and asked Duke, “Did the Easter Bunny come by?” Duke replies, “The Easter Bunny ATE my jelly beans.” HUH? Maybe that what he thinks because he got NO Jelly Beans this year, because the Easter Bunny couldn’t find them smaller than a 25 pound package — and hello, how sick in the head do you think *I* am?
As of yet, Duke has not seen the chocolate bunny that the School Easter Bunny sent home — I’ve seriously considered feeding it to him and sending him to school — because I don’t think I can deal with a sugar high and spinning child again this week.