I saw a lady in the supermarket last Thursday - her trolley was filled with chocolate eggs. I am not sure how many kids she had, but her trolley was chocablock full of shiny foil covered chocolate eggs - the big ones in the cardboard boxes, smaller cream filled ones, and a load of bags of little solid ones.
I love a bit of chocolate just like anyone else. Lindt is my personal fave. I digress.
The lady was moaning at the checkout guy - over how her kids go feral on chocolate. She went on to say, in a tired fashion, how expensive all the Easter Eggs were.
She then ended up chatting to me about how they were having an Easter Bunny hunt in the garden. And how her kids always bickered over who got what eggs, and how they argued if one child got even one little egg more than the other.
"And then I spent all day wiping chocolate from their faces and fingers before they spread it around the walls."
I smiled at her - I get this, I really do.
"I hide their Easter Eggs at the top of the fridge, once the egg hunt is done, so that they don't eat too much chocolate. But my kids get the chair and try and get to them anyway..."
I smiled, as sympathetically as I could muster.
And wished she would hurry up already and pay for her Easter Eggs and let me pay for my milk and apples.
"And then I spend all day nagging them to stop eating so much chocolate. It ruins their appetite!"
No shit, Sherlock.
Eventually she grumbled her way out of the supermarket.
The guy at the checkout raised his eyebrows. I grinned. Nothing else needed to be said.
"Maybe we should only just buy the kids the amount of chocolate eggs that we're happy for them to eat?"
Wise words indeed.
This year my kids are having an Easter Bunny Egg hunt in our garden.
My Mum is coming for the day - the first time she has been well enough to visit our house for three years.
We will let the kids gorge themselves on the modest amount of eggs they do find. If they eat no lunch, no biggie.
They will also be indulged with a treasure hunt for a few small Easter pressies - in the form of books and glow sticks and stickers.
I love Easter. I hate nagging.
How about you?