Easter is the only day that I allow my children to have chocolate before/in lieu of breakfast.
We've all been eating like little piggies this week end (and eating piggies, as last night's dinner was comprised of both a Passover brisket and an Easter ham). I think when next week rolls around it will be time for a little detox.
But I'll think about all that tomorrow, for in the words of an immortal heroine, "Tomorrow is another day."
Spoken like a true lover of meat fried in oil and chocolate rabbits.
Oh, and for the record, it is not actually true that S., pictured above, has not had a bath in seven months. He just likes to embarrass his mother by telling people that.