Ever had an Easter disaster? It’s okay if you have… Easter can be a stressful time, especially if you have a kid who loves chocolate (which, let’s face it, is almost every kid EVER). These honest moms own up to ruining the special day for their own little chicks…
Last year, my eight-year-old son found out the truth about the Easter Bunny (and therefore Father Christmas and the Tooth Fairy) and decided to tell every kid on the Easter egg hunt. Cue angry looks from the other parents when the waterworks started. What’s worse, I later found out he’d figured it out after hearing me talking about keeping up the charade with his dad!
My husband ordered an Easter Bunny costume to dress up for the kids. When it arrived, it looked more like something out of Donnie Darko and terrified any toddlers in the vicinity.
I once stress-ate the Easter eggs my children were saving in the cupboard. When they asked me if I knew what had happened to their stash, I said that I didn’t and helped them turn the house upside down looking for them.
Hey, what’s cooking…
Last year, I’d hidden some Easter eggs in the oven and the kids never found them. Of course, I forgot all about them and had a nice melted surprise the next time I turned the oven on.
Christmas, round 2
I recycled all the leftover Christmas chocolate in last year’s Easter egg hunt. My daughter didn’t even bat an eyelid when Father Christmas made a reappearance, she was too happy with the sugar.
I always go through my kids’ Easter egg haul and pick out the best ones for myself – they’re only two and four, they don’t know what they’re missing (yet) and they definitely won’t appreciate a Lindt bunny as much as I do!
Too tough to crack
I hid the eggs so well one year that the kids were in tears as it took them so long to find any. And of course, I couldn’t remember where I’d put them. Oops!
I’m so competitive that my husband doesn’t let me join in Easter egg hunts anymore – he’s too embarrassed when I start screaming at the kids to run faster.
My two-year-old was so excited when she found her first Easter egg in the garden, she was waving it about. It wasn’t until we got a bit closer that we realised she’d actually picked up some dog turd that my husband had missed.