On Saturday evening as I put him to bed, Finn asked (for the first time, mind you), “Hey, did we remember to put out Easter baskets?” Shortly thereafter I joined the ranks of the other dead-eyed, deadbeat parents trudging through the picked-over aisle at Target, ladling Peeps & nuclear-green “grass” into my bucket. Ay carumba.
Ah, but it was worth it as I scored a bunch of Cadbury Creme Eggs—a rare treat from my childhood. Here’s a gallery of the sweet, sticky action as the boys wolfed them down the next day. And the hollow plastic eggs I found proved to be a smash: Margot loaded them up for the dudes to do a morning egg hunt, after which they hid eggs for us to find! I don’t think I’d hunted eggs in 30 years. 🙂