Easter in the sun.

The boys were a little worried that the Easter bunny wouldn't be able to find us at the campsite. They explained that he "flies through the air with his ears, carrying Easter eggs for all children." laughing we reassured them that their helicopter-eared bunny loves camping and would find them just fine.

On the Saturday night we had to ban any mention of the E-word due to Easter-egg mention overkill. When we tucked them up that night I told them to go to sleep quickly as the next day would come quicker.
"Yes and it'll be Easter and we'll have our Easter eggs" said SmallMad, correcting himself hastily "though we don't talk about it".

Easter day dawned and a quick scan of the tent by two sleepy boys revealed no Easter eggs. Puzzled, the children allowed themselves to be herded into the car to help their dad get some milk. When they were gone, the pajama-clad Easter bunny balanced 5 chocolate eggs in a small tree next to the tent, and sat back down to enjoy hercoffee in the morning sun. Not a chance. Wildlife likes Easter too and the lads in the tent next to us were treated to the sight of me dancing around in my night attire, throwing empty beer cans at over-interested crows and gulls.

Needless to say the returning children were overjoyed when I pointed out that the silly bunny had obviously aimed a little wide. Ignoring our warning not to get too used to chocolate for breakfast (after the great and terrible chocolate spread tantrums, we've not allowed the stuff across the doorstep when the boys are with us) and happily stuffing themselves brimful "right down into my legs", they commented that they loved holidays like this "like Christmas and birthdays where you get stuff". Mercenary, but honest!