Monday Memories

When I was young, living at my parents' home, Easter baskets and chocolate were a big thing. It took me quite a few years to figure out who the Easter bunny "really" was. We'd leave for church, and when my sister and I came home, there'd mysteriously be an Easter basket on our beds, filled and overflowing! Always included was a big chocolate bunny. We later learned that as we were all scurring out to the car, my mom would put the baskets on our bed. It was fun.

I have an unusual chocolate bunny story too. My dad worked a very early morning shift. He'd get up at 3 a.m. and so the night before he'd set his breakfast out, including his vitamins. Well, over a long period of time the vitamins kept disapperaing. My mom thought for sure my sister or I were taking them and hiding them . . . and the joke had long been over. One year we got our Easter baskets, left them on the counter, and after several days we notices scratches on them. Little claw like scratches. MICE! After doing some searching in a kitchen cupboard was found a pile of vitamins and Cherrios! We did not eat our bunnies that year - but were thankful for the chocolate bunny that saved us from additional punishments!