Easter Egg Hunt

Being a Very Bad (Working) Mother I was too busy last week to plan properly for Easter. And then of course I wrote off Good Friday by spending the whole of this holy day with a hangover. (Did I mention that I was a Very Bad Mother?) Thus it came to pass that it was only last night that I raced to buy my beautiful children their Easter eggs. Imagine my horror when I found the Easter egg aisle of our local Sainsburies COMPLETELY BARE. As I had of course left it to the very last minute to organise, all the other local shops were closed. But would you believe it, Blockbuster Video came to the rescue. As I whizzed through to pick up a copy of Casino Royale for yesterday evening (may I just say in passing, Daniel Craig: PHWOOOAAR) I spied some rather lonely looking eggs by the tills. And so it was that Eden (5) received a 'Simpsons' Easter egg this morning, while Nathan (2) was shouting, "Egg! Egg! Choclit!" in sheer rapture at the sight of his 'Spiderman' one. Of course I needn't have worried. Neither of them gave a flying hoot what was on the packaging. It was the choclit inside that counted. Later on, as I sat in the garden and watched them 'painting' the patio with water from an old bucket and making pictures with stones, happy as larry, it occurred to me that sometimes we really do make a silly fuss about bringing up children. Chocolate, sunshine and love are pretty much all they require.