This was me and JS's attempt at happiness in clutch form.
Well, maybe not the Easter part...when Oscar went to bed the Easter bunny came. I'm so lame at holidays, I don't even think he expected there to be a basket when he wakes. (That Christmas presents appear on the 25th of Dec is already something.) I remember David Sedaris saying that in France, they have something like an Easter bell, Oscar's probably more familiar with that from his school. Anyway, mother guilt makes me make him an Easter basket. I couldn't find the basket I thought we had from previous years, so I used my African market basket and put plastic grass (made in USA!), his dyed eggs and a few chocolate eggs from the supermarket. I remember better baskets than that when I was little! I feel inadequate. But then again, kids eat too much crap these days anyway, Jamie Oliver's even got a Food Revolution going for god's sake, so I'm happy to not give him too much! There. I'm self-justified. Now I can sleep.