Easter morning. We’re trying to catch a few more zzz’s. But the nine-year old has other plans for us. Jumping on bed, he is vibrating with from his sugar intake. His lips are moist with a mixture of melted chocolate and jelly beans, but he’s trying to keep his voice cool as he explains to us that the Easter bunny has left eggs all over the yard, guys.
9-year old: And there’s jelly beans in Mama’s carnival glass candy dish. And those yellow peeps.
Hubby: with attitude Oh no he didn’t.
9-year old: Oh yes he did.
Hubby: I can’t believe him. He knows I don’t like those things.
9-year old: rolling his eyes They’re not for you. They’re for us kids.
