Not only do you have to prevent
them from eating the chocolate eggs and candies that are rapidly becoming
sticky puddles clutched in hot little palms, but you also have to persuade
them to eat breakfast and get them ready for church by 10:00. Wishing
they'd find the last offering left by that wretched Easter Bunny, you
wonder about the guy who conjured up the pesky rabbit idea and whether
he was still around to see the monster he had created!
At last, it's all over. The little
people run into the kitchen to show you what the Easter Bunny has left
them and your heart sinks as you behold the beaming faces already smudged
with chocolate and the outstretched hands with sweet loot sliding about
in melted confectionary. 'Let's get cleaned up,' you say kindly, taking
them by their collars and leading them to the bathroom. One consolation
is that Easter is one of the few days that you can get them to eagerly
devour a soft boiled egg, if it is accompanied by a liberally buttered
and warm toast bunny. You've tried the trick at other times throughout
the year, but somehow if the breakfast isn't accompanied by Easter eggs,
it is pushed away by five fat little fingers, and a pouting face. 'I
want cereal or pancakes!'
Well mom, you get them cleaned up,
get the egg and bunny toast into them and they even sit through the
entire Easter mass in fidgety silence. You smile to yourself. Lunch!
At lunchtime, one Hot Cross Mummy gets even!