The Food Party. AKA: Easter
It isn't a party unless there's food. And bunnies. And Money. It's the rule here.
She’s fast asleep dreaming of the easter bunny as I write this.
And what a day it was. She had a playdate that ran way into overtime so we only got to sit down to dinner at what is normally her bedtime.
And, as you can imagine: When she gets tired, she gets a little on the cranky side.
She has been obsessed with the easter bunny and the lack of plastic eggs and a basket. In a fit of cleaning up, I tossed the old eggs/basket we had and I think I have paid for it every day since.
And tonight it all boiled over. All week she’s been saying we need to go to the dollar store and get a basket and some eggs, and for the life of me I could not figure out why this was such a big deal. Of course the easter bunny would come. He/she/they always come.
Then it was mentioned that she probably has it in her head that no basket and eggs equals no easter bunny.
After we got that straightened out she perked up a bit and got ready for the big day tomorrow. This is one easter-excited child. I don’t remember being so excited about easter.
Anyway,
At first she told me she felt it was fair to charge the easter bunny a dollar a carrot. I said that no, that’s not fair: the easter bunny is going to leave you a bunch of cool toys and stuff and you want to charge he/she/her/they for a carrot?!
Are you an oligarch? I asked. You sound like the current administration!
She agreed that free carrots was the way to go after all and we made a sign so there was no confusion on the pricing structure of said carrots. They are free. Eat to your heart’s content Mr/Mrs./Ms Bunny.
She went to bed fairly easily all things considered as it was late and she was tired and we needed her to go to be so we could get ready for the big reveal in the AM:
Abuela always come through with a homemade easter roll thing: Whatever it’s called it looks delicious!
And, as you can see BW went a little overboard in the candy department this year so I think my Uber customers might be getting some leftover candy.
I have in my pocket a few eggs/candies I plan on sprinkling in the hallway once I get the dog to bed otherwise there will be no eggs and candy for her to discover as the dog will have found it all.
As I write this, it’s calm and easter is ready to roll. In less than 8 hours (I better get to bed) it will be excitement and “Dad, get up” all over again.
I wouldn’t want Easter any other way. I’d even pay a dollar for it.
We Have That at Home
Today’s WHTAH is: Peeps.
Maybe I have been living under a rock or they didn’t cross the border into Canada but my exposure to Peeps has increased in the 14 years I have lived in the US.
To me, Peeps are horrible and direct trip to the dentist
For her, they are the best thing ever.
A story: At dinnertime tonight I opened a random plastic easter egg on the kitchen table and inside was a well-handled and shrunken and dried pink peep. I went to throw this yucky thing in the trash - egg and all - when she told me “No, I want that”.
“It’s my pet”, she told me
“Your What?“ I asked.
Her Pet. You heard her.
You see, a few weeks back somebody in her school district decided that a good activity would be adopting a small marshmallow and having and entire day of caring for your peep. AND THEN SENDING IT HOME WITH THE CHILD.
This is a horrible idea.
By the time this poor peep get’s home it’s been well-licked and handled every way since Sunday. It’s begging for mercy at this point. It gets ever better the next day when it’s dried up even more and more and has been drying every day until it’s in it’s current pink wrinkled state.
It’s a small marshmallow rock in a plastic easter egg at this point.
Or her pet: Peep.