After we emerged from the office, he bleary-eyed not because he got a swat but because I told him to behave or else the Easter bunny would DIE - I'm kidding, I threatened to sit him out during the egg hunt - did his behavior perk right up.
Mary, the woman organizing the egg hunt, asked everyone to bring candy-filled eggs, if they wished, for the children's egg hunt. WE HAD FIVE HUNDRED EGGS. WE HAD TO HIDE THEM ALL. Twenty minutes of thick, Midwestern heat later, I gave up trying to creatively hide the eggs and settled for flinging them all over the grass instead. I looked up and saw that everyone else had opted for the same method.
The kids tore out of the building like they were on fire and began the hunt. Ewan wasn't so much concerned with the quantity of eggs he found, but with opening and closing the same ONE plastic egg for the next hour. It took us a half an hour to fling five-hundred eggs all over the place and ten minutes for the kids to gather them all.
I didn't anticipate the heat; the temperature hovered in the 50s last Easter; yesterday it was 90 degrees.
And we hid candy-filled eggs.
Liam and his best friend J.J. sat on the pavement while going through their loot and got melted chocolate everywhere. I told Liam eleventy-thousand times: "DO NOT OPEN THE CHOCOLATE. It is melted, you are in a suit." Liam heard: "Screw that, GET CHOCOLATE ALL OVER YOUR SUIT."
Each of the boys' grandmothers bought an unholy amount of chocolate for each of the boys, plus toys. Chris and I got them each a chocolate cross, which Chris later decried as kinda Satanic and totally weird, just get a stupid chocolate rabbit next time. Initially I thought "Hey, cool! The symbol of Christianity upon which our Lord and Savior totally died! In chocolate!" TASTY.
Okay, it is kind of weird.
(I now have a hideous quantity of chocolate in my refrigerator: Six rabbits, two crosses, three boxes of mini egg whoppers, a bag of chocolate eggs, two Reese's peanut butter eggs.)
Afterwards, we conducted a behavioral experiment at Chris' aunt and uncle's house wherein we fed the kids tons of sugar, chocolate rabbits, and assorted chocolate eggs, let them refuse their naps and run wild.
I'm still twitching from it.