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Only 258 shopping days until Christmas. Now that Easter can officially be counted as over, it’s as good a time as any to shift our focus.  The wonderful promise of Easter morning just two days past still has my kids buzzing.  The morning was filled praises and singing of hymns all proclaiming the joyous return of…

The Easter Bunny.  That fuzzy, pink do gooder might as well have proclaimed himself the Messiah.  As far as they were concerned–he’s Easter.  Oh, we went to church.  It’s part of the requirements to make oneself elligible to partake in the Easter Bunny’s Bounty.  My son probably got more out of the service than most in our family.  It is truly amazing the number and quality of questions that a four year old can generate from one picture of the crucifixion.  He went deep.  Really deep.  At one point my head was pounding so from the theological discussion he initiated that I resorted to distraction tactics.  He’d ask a question and I’d counter with, “How many windows are there in here?”  Next question and I’d counter, “How do you think they change those light bulbs up there?”, pointing high in the ceiling rafters.  I know, I know.  Who’s the four year old?

We enjoyed the remainder of our Easter Sunday with just us.  Family.  No plans or agendas.  Very laid back and quite frankly, very satisfying.  There’s nothing quite like watching your kids take that high fructose corn syrup ride to sheer euphoria and then… waiting for the inevitable crash.  Only to watch them refuel and hop right back on the coaster.  They slept really good that night.  Really, really good.

There’s an intervention scheduled for early next week.  My only prayer is that I’m able to salvage at least two or three of them before “the sugar” becomes their God.  I’m not worried about my youngest, though.  I think he’s well on his way making those chocolate demons and Easter a part of his past.

The horrified yells from the other room still echo in my brain, “Oooo!! Z! That’s not chocolate!”     Seems his older sister had left a bunny trail of her own.  Yep, Easter is officially over!