By night, you’ll be surrounded by incomprehensible amounts of leftover chocolate. Do not panic. Freeze the chocolate bunnies for emergency summer treats—just be warned that a frozen bunny to the foot is a genuine household injury. I once broke a toe on a Cadbury egg. It was worth it.
One last tip: Save the plastic eggs. They’re perfect for hiding tiny notes around your house for next year’s hunt. Write things like “You’re now cursed to crave ham” or “I ate all your jelly beans” to keep the spirit alive. Passive-aggressive Easter is still Easter.
So here’s your real plan: Eat the candy, avoid the heavy conversations, and when all else fails, blame the giant bunny. He gets it. He’s hopped from house to house for centuries, and he’s never once returned a Tupperware container. That’s the true Easter miracle.
