The thing that really gets my goat about Easter is the overwhelming gluttony caused by lavishing the kids with chocolate eggs – replacing any replica of true meaning with a nauseous chorus of “can I have …” and voluminous packaging all over the place for weeks.
Well, grumpy old man that I am, this year, I though I’d at least try to curtail things as much as I could. You can’t ask relatives not to give eggs – well, you can but it would lead to all sorts of complications. So, I decided to break out the Tupperware. Each one of my children got a plastic container into which they were “asked” to place all of their (unwrapped) eggs. The rubbish then went instantly into the bin and it was simple to tell whose chocolate was what and where it was. Then these plastic boxes come down at certain times and the kids can eat in something nearing a controlled manner.
A small victory – but it made things just s little more (or should that be less?) sweet on Easter Sunday.
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