Now, being the incredibly enterprising mom that I am (tongue in cheek, people, tongue in cheek), I was determined that there be chocolate for my guys to look for on Easter morning. My preference would have been to buy stuff (because it's just that much easier), but search as I did on the Internet, I never found any Easter chocolate Bear could eat. So what did Mommy do? Mommy drove an hour to the nearest big town to get some "Bear-friendly" chocolate bars (rice milk chocolate bars are surprisingly yummy) that could be melted down and turned into Easter treats. Then Mommy descended on her beloved sister's house for an evening of chocolate making. Between me, my sister, and my niece, we had that chocolate melted and molded before you could say "pass the wine." We made chocolate-bunny lollipops and bite-sized bunnies and eggs that were abso-freaking-lutely adorable.
All week I eagerly anticipated the look on Bear's face when he tasted his first chocolate, and it was definitely worth waiting for. He popped a bunny in his mouth and closed his eyes in six-year-old ecstasy...then he opened his eyes again, signalled "one minute" with a finger, and ran into the kitchen where he spit his chocolate out in the garbage.
So much for that.
Stitch, on the other hand, pitched a fit when I wouldn't let him eat any more chocolate.
Mommy may have a new favourite son.