I was hesitant to give Baby Boy an Easter Basket this year but at the last minute decided to make up one up. In a laundry basket. It was all we had.
Darling Husband hid the basket next to the chair before bed and in an Easter miracle, we all got to sleep in until 8 the next morning.
Sadly, the scorching hot sun rises through the window under which the basket sat. Baby Boy was met with a grotesque moosh of melted Peeps, chocolate covered raisins and gummy bunnies.
I do winter holidays much better.
Something tells me he enjoyed his gooey mess all the same.
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