and so it goes . . .

three days before easter:

kidlet:  mom, do i get an easter basket this year?

mean mom:  nope. (you going to get me one?)

kidlet:  (hearing only the nope) why not?

mean mom:  because you're 25. 

kidlet:  grumble.

two days before easter:

mean mom:  but i will get you an easter present.  what would you like?

kidlet:  hummm . . .  mom/daughter mani/pedis!

mean mom:  done.

easter morning:  (scenario)

mean mom and joanie go for a walk while kidlet supposedly snoozes.  upon arriving home, joanie's doggy dezzy comes bounding out of joanie's and i call kidlet to see if she wants her usual puppy mugging.  she does. as soon as kidlet opens the front door, dezzy bounds in.  once in the kitchen, i notice flowers.  spring flowers.  my favorite!

mean mom:  thanks for the flowers, kidlet.

kidlet:  they're from the easter bunny.  and there are 12 eggs around the house.

mean mom and joanie go in search of eggs:

some are resting on the sofa.  some are enjoying a glass of wino in the fridge

 but they are all filled with little morsels of chocolate!!!   slurp!!

 and despicable me uno!!!  mean mom is loving minions these days.

 just yuumy smell goods!!!!

kidlet:  see, you're never too old.

mean mom: sigh, you're right.

kidlet:  does this mean i get an easter basket next year???

mean mom: sigh.  yes.  love you the most kidlet!!!!

happy easter all.