Easter rocks.
I can’t really eat the stuff anymore, but that does not matter. I enjoy the effect it has on my son.
He had just received the package from my wife’s cousin. He loved it so much that he was holding it, talking to it. Finally, he just could not keep awake, so he crawled up on the couch and fell asleep with it.
As far as I know, the Easter bunny in that box is still around.
Priceless.




