Even though my remaining two kids are young adults living at home, I still feel the need to make up a small Easter basket for them. Maybe I'm sentimental or grasping onto something from the past that doesn't exist anymore. Last night, I laid out the empty Easter baskets to remind myself to put in some chocolate bunnies or whatever in the morning.
***HORROR ALERT***The picture I'm going to post below is so horrifying and sooooo messed up that it shocks even ME that I took a picture of it. But I woke up this morning to THIS:
No. That isn't chocolate eggs in that basket. It's "Easter Poop" courtesy of the little orange fella in the picture above. It's hard to be mad at anybody that cute. I'm not sure which is worse - the fact that SOMEBODY pooped in an Easter basket or the fact that I took a picture of it!
So I think this is a sign that my days of filling Easter baskets for my sons is over. Although, I *did* leave the basket out for my youngest son - the one that recently wrecked my car - to find.
Sort of like "Coal in the stocking", don't you think?