The problem with buying Easter eggs before Easter is that I eat them.
It is as simple as that.
At least I have this photo to prove that I did buy Easter Eggs.
But then again maybe proof is not what I need.
On Easter morning, when my family wonders where the Easter eggs are, I'll say, "Gee the Easter Bunny hid them really well this year didn't he!"
Sacha sheepishly informed me last night that he hoped for a large beautiful chocolate bunny. "Mom," he said, "like the ones I saw in the shop window, you know, big with a beautiful ribbon."
"A big Chocolate Bunny?"
He looked down, blushed, lifted his eyes up, while nodding his head yes.
"A big B-E-A-U-T-F-U-L bunny, right?" I said while loving every minute of this sweet exchange.
"With a ribbon too," he added.
I hope my boy never grows up, and I guess it doesn't matter that I ate the Easter eggs as he hopes for a large beautiful bunny instead.