Saturday, April 23, 2011

W got his Easter basket full of plastic eggs with candy. I told him that he was not to eat the candy until after dinner. He informed me that he just wanted to look at the eggs. Ok fine.

A few minutes later, I walk into the room, and I see chocolate smeared across his face. I assumed he'd eaten a peice or two, so I took the basket away.

Later that evening, my husband and I were emptying the eggs for future use, and this is what we found:

He had taken a bite of every peice in the basket.

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