It's Easter - well, technically that was three days ago, but when you work from home and the kids are off school, the holiday atmosphere tends to prevail longer than it should.
There's still plenty of chocolate kicking around, but we nearly had a disaster.
The Boy is 16 now, which meant some people thought he might be a bit old for Easter eggs and would probably prefer a fiver instead. Can't fault them there - under normal circumstances I'd bet on him choosing cold hard cash over soft melty confectionary every time. Life's tough when you're a teenager who doesn't know where the next Jack Wills top is coming from.
But for some reason, Easter is different. When I mentioned that his Nana - for one - was thinking of slipping him a crisp banknote instead of his usual chocolate treat, he looked appalled.
"But The Princess will get loads of eggs - that's not fair," he wailed. "She can't have more than me, she'll just insist on eating them in front of me to wind me up."
The fact he could buy twice as many eggs as she had once they dropped to half-price after the weekend didn't deter him. Come Easter Sunday, they had to have the same number of eggs.
And so it was. Peace prevailed. I was quite glad of this as I tucked into my own Cadbury's Flake goodies!
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