1 Mother 2 Another

Yesterday the girls tore through their
Easter baskets, cracking open eggs in a mad dash to discover all
the candy they’d gotten. What they found was that the Easter
bunny had shopped exclusively at Whole Foods – and so the
eggs were, um, a tad less exciting.


But listen, I have issue with turning Easter into Christmas Two
– baskets replacing stockings so that they’re bulging
with gifts rather than just a few chocolates, the Easter bunny
being the guy who gets the credit for all the good deeds, and so
on. On top of that, I’m supposed to serve my
food-dye-sensitive kid a basket of food dye (a.k.a. “the
stuff that makes her ADD”) and high-fructose-corn-syrup? I
don’t think so.

Which is why the girls both received
different candy this year. There was nary a piece from Hershey to
be found. Not that they got carrots and broccoli in their baskets:
they found junior mints (well, the organic version), chocolate
eggs, jelly beans, gummy bears, and more. There was sugar galore
– just a little different than what they got at school
parties. We’d made the switch with great success for
Christmas, and I thought Easter would also be a piece of cake.


So I was a bit surprised when Cora walked into the office and
handed me a canvas bag full of plastic eggs. “Here, Mommy,
these are eggs full of candy that Maddie and I want to give you and
Daddy. Now you have to share them fairly with Daddy, ok? But we
want you both to have these.” And she turned to leave.


Touched, I said, “Hey, baby, thanks so much for sharing your
Easter candy! That’s so sweet of you!”


Cora turned back. “Not that sweet- those are all the candies
Maddie and I don’t like. So it’s no big deal for us. I
licked a few of them to try them, but I put those in the
trash.”


Yeah, so at least she’s honest.