Mar 282005
Yesterday morning I made up some little Easter baskets for the kids. Nothing big, only one egg of candy apiece and some fun stuff like modelling clay, disposable cameras, and tiny notebooks.
After I was done I sat them out on the table to await the children, observed my handiwork, and realized I should have gotten some stuff for me, too. Their baskets looked like fun.
The kids came in shortly there after, found the baskets, and leapt upon them with glee. The oldest paused and asked me, “What did you get?”
I replied, “I didn’t get anything.” Then with a melodramatic sigh, “I’m sad.”
At once he leapt up, ran to his room to get his allowance, and headed for the nearby mini-mart to get me an Easter treat.
I got good kids.
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