About 10 mins ago my son asked if he could have something out of his Easter basket. Yes, believe if or not, there's still some candy in there. The operative word being "some".
He asked, in particular, if he could have some of the 'lil malt-ball eggs that his Uncle G gave to him.
"Uh, yah, sure", I said, with what I'm sure was an audible "gulp".
Need I say more?
His first words when I gave him his basket?
"Heeeeey! Who ate all my eggs?"
(I didn't eat "all" of them)
I came clean. Kind of.
I told him I had a "few" and he said it was okay. What a sweetheart! Such a sharing young lad and I told him so.
Little does he know that Mommy was downing fistfuls of those 'lil devils late one night.
Kind of like this, but with Easter eggs...