Busted at the Easter Egg hunt
by Cheryl, posted on April 24th, 2011 in Parenting
Sawyer does not sleep in pajamas.
He climbs into bed in his little boxer briefs, just like his Daddy.
Which is why is was notable last night when he insisted on wearing his shorts to bed.
“I want to be ready for when the Easter Bunny comes.”
“You know the Easter Bunny doesn’t come to our house, right, Sawyer?”
“Yes he does, Mommy! He always comes to our street and leaves eggs.”
He got me there. He has woken up to find eggs all over our small street, with all the neighbor kids in their pajamas hunting and yelling when they find a particularly well-hidden treasure.
Problem is, we didn’t think we were doing it this year. Which meant we had no plastic eggs and nothing with which to fill them. We have to do our own eggs because of Sawyer’s peanut allergy.
So last night I told David of Sawyer’s expectations. And, in my pajamas, I set out at 9 p.m. Easter Eve to make sure my son didn’t wake up disappointed.
Stupid bunny.
I went to CVS. They had nothing.
I went to Target. It was as if locusts had descended. There were a TON of moms in the aisles, but there was nothing to buy. In desperation I considered bunny-shaped marshmallows, but ended up going into the regular candy aisle (with another passel of moms) and grabbed some tootsie rolls.
I went to Walgreens. Cue angelic chorus. They were stocked. STOCKED! I grabbed a bag of 42 plastic eggs and two bags of jelly beans. And spent 10 minutes filling them before bed.
This morning I was out – with three of my neighbors – at 6 a.m. to hide the eggs, my Uggs leaving wet footprints from the grass.
Sawyer sprung out of bed at 7. Sage scrambled around trying to find something to wear. X had no idea what was going on. So he does what he always does in these sorts of situations: exactly what he big brother and sister do.
And then I made Fatal Mommy Error.
Each child got to find 14 eggs. Sawyer needed two more.
“Hmm..” I said. “Where did Mommy hide them?”
“Where did YOU hide them Mommy?” Sawyer said.
Of course I fell over myself saying I’d been out earlier to see where he’d hidden them, but I’m not sure how strongly Sawyer believes in the Easter Bunny. A fat man wearing entirely too much red who flies around the world going down chimneys and leaving toys? Plausible. A giant rabbit who leaves eggs in the yard but forgets to leave baskets every spring? Not so much. He does, however, firmly believe in sugar, and that might have fueled his excitement.
That’s okay, though. I still have this little guy. The only thing HE knows is inside those eggs live tiny colorful bites of sugar.
Hope your day is filled with lots of sweetness.
Tags: easter bunny, egg hunt, mom fail
Claudia Says:
Cheryl Reply:
April 25th, 2011 at 1:04 am
It’s going to be tough when my first two outgrow Santa. There will be much bribery to keep the magic for my little guy!
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