There is so much to love about Easter: the hope of what a Savior's resurrection means, joining others in church to celebrate the greatest news in history, wearing pretty dresses, seeing the family for a beautiful meal, our newest tradition of an egg hunt, and of course, a little chocolate. But let me just say, large quantities of candy and young children can spoil this most pleasant of days. And it's not the after effects of consumption that I am speaking of...it's just simply the existence of it that reeks havoc in this family. If I try to control the amounts eaten at any given time suddenly I am the thwarter of all happiness. For a week or more, all other food is eaten with the condition of there being a candy reward at the end, and if I don't place the basket high enough in the house I might end up in a discipline session with my oldest who found a way to eat it in silence with the pretense of "just using the potty." (Have I done this very same thing? OF COURSE, but that's not the point.) Next year, its a box of peeps and a chocolate bunny ALL consumed at one glorious time with a glass of milk and a toothbrush on standby and were done.
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