If you’re old enough to read this but young enough to believe in the Easter Bunny, SPOILER ALERT!
This year both of my children were pumped that the Easter Bunny was going to stop by the house and hopefully leave some goodies. So, Saturday night after the little ones conked out I snuck downstairs to retrieve the baskets my wife had assembled. She got some great felt baskets and a moderate amount of treats. We did well. Didn’t over do it. Didn’t under do it.
Easter morning came. The kids got up at the crack of dawn to collect their spoils. As I looked on through the lens of my camera I thought, “Man I sure would like one of those chocolate eggs and a few of those jelly beans would hit the spot right now.” I quickly corrected myself, “No, those are for the kids. The Easter Bunny left that especially for them.”
The day rolled on and by mid afternoon I was a rabbit’s whisker away from dipping into the kid’s baskets and gettin’ my candy fix. Just then, my wife walks into the kitchen with a piece of chocolate in her mouth. Flabbergasted I ask her, “ Where did you get that?” I thought I busted her. And her response (with a wink), “The Easter Bunny left some for mommy and daddy too.” At least that was going to be our story if the kids inquired.
So in the end, we manufactured not one but two fairly elaborate and bold faced lies all in an effort to rationalize the consumption of large amounts of sweets.