Oh how I remember my own sweet childhood Easters. The night before my head was giddy with the anticipation of the sweet riches the next day would bring. Also, I was little lightheaded from the Paws dye fumes. The next day, I tore through that basket engulfing every foil wrapped delight. I'd get so strung out on the sugar that I ran around slapping people's backs and giggling at nothing like my uncle on Christmas after a few Maker's Mark and Sevens.
This is the glory of Easter for a child: the one day a year you can act like a little drunk. Or maybe you should go easy on the sugar this year.
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