We arranged an Easter Egg hunt in the garden for DS.
First we went to Mass and then to the farmers market, no goats cheese . Whilst DH was strapping DS into his seat, I ran around the garden, placing eggs.
It worked really well, because at the FM they had an Easter Bunny going around with creme eggs for the kids.
I said to the EB, he was a very good boy at Mass this morning, have you been to his backgarden ??
The EB played a blinder and nodded and waved in all the right places, DS couldn't wait to get out of the market and home.
Halfway through the egg hunt, he turned to us and said, how lucky am I. Cue misty eyes from Mummy.
He scoffed about 3 kinder eggs/creme eggs and then asked for some crab meat (fresh from the market) on toast. Thats my boy, savoury every time.