EDiM #10 "Candy"
Do not EVER (trust me on this) be seduced into thinking that your grandson will not know if you take a tiny bite off the top of the remains of the chocolate easter bunny on a motor bike sitting next to you while you labor alone over his illustrated book of knights. He will know. HE WILL KNOW! And he will kick up a fuss of epic proportions over it, even it it WAS his beloved Nana who took the last surreptitious taste. And he even knew I was not the only Ninja Nibbler (his sister's name came up in Big Red Letters). But for Nana to have done this dastardly deed? Holy Crap. The whole kerfuffle ended Genna and I ending our trip to Philadelphia with a fast return back to Shane's in Olde Philly (where the original bunny came from) for a replacement. No Easter bunnies left, but the chocolate tyrannosaurus rex filled the bill nicely.
Do not EVER (trust me on this) be seduced into thinking that your grandson will not know if you take a tiny bite off the top of the remains of the chocolate easter bunny on a motor bike sitting next to you while you labor alone over his illustrated book of knights. He will know. HE WILL KNOW! And he will kick up a fuss of epic proportions over it, even it it WAS his beloved Nana who took the last surreptitious taste. And he even knew I was not the only Ninja Nibbler (his sister's name came up in Big Red Letters). But for Nana to have done this dastardly deed? Holy Crap. The whole kerfuffle ended Genna and I ending our trip to Philadelphia with a fast return back to Shane's in Olde Philly (where the original bunny came from) for a replacement. No Easter bunnies left, but the chocolate tyrannosaurus rex filled the bill nicely.
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