My Kids Ate The Easter Bunny And I Helped. Bad Mommy Easter Tales.

It started out innocently enough.  I thought it would be a good idea to make an Easter basket for Bonaparte to give to his granddaughter.  I miss the days when my own children were young and I would put extreme care into the contents of each of their baskets.

The easter basket

A candy-filled basket for Bonaparte’s granddaughter.

I would make sure that each of them had a different color basket so as not to cause any confusion.  Each child received a very large chocolate bunny.  I would stuff plastic eggs with various little chocolates.  Also sitting upon the annoying plastic green grass would be smaller bunnies, little chicks wrapped in foil and surrounding the chocolate animals would be foil covered chocolate eggs. In keeping with the religious aspect of Easter, each child would have a chocolate cross in their Easter basket too.

My kids ate their Easter Bunnies made of the waxiest chocolate I could find.  And I joyously helped them devour those cute little bunnies and chicks and any other chocolate that could be found.

Easter Mommy Eats the Bunmy

That’s right! My kids ate the Easter Bunny and I helped!  I’m kissing you now, and tomorrow I’ll be eating you!

And so, my mission was to fill a basket filled with Bunnies and a cross and all candies chocolate that I could gather so that Bonaparte’s granddaughter could partake in the same ritual that my children enjoyed.

It was the same ritual my siblings and I repeated year after year on Easter Sunday.

Easter 1959 Me dad mom theresa

Easter Sunday 1959, Ozone Park, Queens, NY. My mother pregnant with my brother. Even though there were only two kids, I had the appetite of five or six kids when it came to the Easter basket of chocolate filled treasures!

We ate candy all day. We would stop to have dinner, but were usually full from all the candy that we consumed beforehand.  Then we would polish the rest of the candy off later in the day.

Two great candy days a year. Easter and Halloween.

This was a thrilling little project for me. Since my kids are now grown, I could make another child glow with delight at the amount of processed cocoa and sugar that was about to be bestowed upon her—and ingested into her six-year-old body!

I noticed something incredibly odd upon arrival at Walmart.  Shelves of Easter baskets galore in front of me.

Walmart more baskets

I thought it especially odd since it was four days before Easter and there seemed to be a surplus of baskets!

But I didn’t see candy!

Also on the shelves were boxes embellished with the words “Basket Stuffers”.  In these boxes were tacky little games, stuffed bunnies and baby chicks and other little toys.

Walmart basket stuffers all gone

These boxes labeled “Basket Stuffers” were almost emptied of the small toys and other pieces of plastic and fuzzy garbage that housed them.

But no candy.

I saw in another aisle tons of plastic eggs that one would fill with little candy. But where was the damned candy???

Walmart stacks of plastic eggs

Look at this “eggs-travaganza”–why aren’t people buying these and stuffing little candy surprises into them?

Mouth rinse for children in bubblegum flavor was on the shelves—but no candy was to be found!

Walmart with the Easter stuff

WTF?  Kids don’t want THIS is their Easter baskets!  What is going on?

Finally, I spotted bags of pastel colored M & M’s and foil covered chocolate eggs, but where were the chocolate bunnies and chocolate crosses.

As a Walmart staffer approached, I asked where all the good Easter candy was. He explained that people are buying toys and other items for Easter instead of candy. He further explained that the Easter candy was now placed in the grocery department.


Then I thought about what an awful, horrible, abusive mommy I must have been.

Preparing for Easter meant buying dozens of eggs to hard boil and dye. My kids invited their friends to the house and we would have a dye party.  The parties were routine. I would place the dyes on the kitchen island, have the eggs at the ready and a house full of kids would start dipping and spilling.

Walmart easter egh dye

I was completely shocked at the loads of egg dye that was still available.  Man–I would purchase about five or six of these boxes a year to keep all the kids happy dying eggs!  Do parents not dye eggs with their children anymore?

Usually ten minutes later they would be bored and would find other activities. I would be left to finish the dye job—and it was fun!  One year I bought a bunch of inexpensive white tee shirts and let all the kids tie dye the shirts with the remaining egg color!  My mad mommy ways were certainly awful!

Easter NYC Roman with a hard boiled egg. The only healthy easter eating

Roman looking confused at a REAL egg. It was the healthiest food item he ever ate on Easter!

Oh yes. And my horrible mommy ways got worse. Because I allowed them to eat every bit of candy in the baskets. If they wanted to eat it all on Easter Sunday, so be it. School was closed the next day so if they got sick it was no big deal.

Easter NYC Jake way too excited

The worst thing about this Easter wasn’t the amount of chocolate the boys ate to give them maddening rushes of sugar.  The worst thing was that I allowed my husband to take my oldest son to get his haircut. It was the first and LAST time he went with his dad to the barber.  It was the worst haircut of all time–he looks like an Eastern European refugee.  I still bring this up to my now ex-husband!

Sugar rush? Yeah. But my children also ate three full meals a day.  Exceptions being Christmas when you just eat all day, birthdays when you eat what you want—and then have a shitload of cake, Halloween, when pizza is the healthiest thing you consume before OD’ing on the candy you receive from door-to-door begging, and, of course, Easter.

Oona. A sugared stupor

Easter and birthdays always bring out the best for a sugared stupor! Oona looks like she could fall over at any second. Don’t worry, I would catch her. Bad mommy CAN be good!

Back to the shopping.  When I arrived in the grocery area I was shocked at the amount of candy that hadn’t been purchased. And it was four days before Easter.  I can remember having to buy candy weeks before Easter in fear that the supplies would be wiped out. And here there was an overabundance.

I managed to pick up quite a bit of candy—and some for me.  And, added a box of colored pencils and a drawing pad because Bonaparte’s granddaughter loves to draw.

I managed to find the candy, but I’ll tell you, the selection wasn’t that great. I had to hunt down chocolate bunnies!

Non candied treat

I also picked up some colored pencils and a sketch pad–which is appropriate. Save the big stuff for Christmas!

Further errands had me going to Target. On a whim, I decided to do some candy sleuthing.  Same thing.  Easter’s candy was tucked away in the grocery area with shelves full of candy that went ignored.

Target Untouched candy

Easter Sunday fast approaching and all this candy sits on the shelf? Something is not right!

What happened to Easter? Look. I get that it’s an important religious day. It’s the day that my buddy, Hipster Jesus rose from the dead.  It is also the day when you can stop those forty days of Lenten sacrifice. And what better way to end that fast than by consuming mass quantities of sweet, luxurious chocolate.  Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate. It’s all good!

Now we have toys and other objects as “basket stuffers”. What happens when those toys aren’t good enough or expensive enough or big enough? Is Easter going to turn into an excessive gifting holiday similar to Christmas?

Target toys for the basket

These stuffed little dust mite collectors are the new Easter candy. At least the candy is gone in a matter of hours or a day or two. These things linger around getting dirty!

I’m glad that I had my children when I did. I’m glad I am of the generation that didn’t look at a chocolate bunny as something bad and unhealthy. I’m glad to have allowed my kids to  taste and appreciate those chocolate bunnies the way a fine connoisseur of food would have dined on Paul Bocuse’s “Hare a la Royale”

Paul Bocuse Hare a la Royale

The mother of all Easter dishes! Paul Bocuse’s “Hare a la Royale”.  A hair drenched in a sauce of it’s own juices so dark that it looks like a chocolate bunny.  This is ONE Easter Bunny I would love to devour!

Are parents these days so politically correct and coddling of their offspring that they are afraid to traumatize their children into thinking they will be eating Peter Cottontail?


He isn’t real!  He’s make believe. It’s OK to eat a chocolate bunny–Peter Cottontail said so!

I’m especially glad that I was a bad mommy at Easter time.   I allowed them to indulge.  They didn’t get a mouthful of cavities, nor did they become obese.  They celebrated a tradition and had fun.  And moreso, I did too!

Easter NYC The first and last time I allowed my ex to get jake's hair cut

More Easter throwback. I couldn’t find more pictures from Easters past because I was so traumatized by that haircut. I have a renewed anger toward my ex-husband as I look at that haircut…

Jake with better hair

Jake, left, with better hair. I think he was traumatized by that haircut too.  Roman, right, changed his bowl-cut into a more adult look!

MY stash

This is MY hidden stash. I don’t like the way the chocolate bunny on the left is eyeballing my M & M’s and Robin’s Eggs!  I’ll have to eat him first!

Regardless–candy or not. Go out and enjoy this weekend!  Happy Easter all!


The REAL Peter Cottontail!

About Catherine

Far from perfect, but enjoying life as a non-perfect and flawed individual at 60 years young. I'm still wondering what I'll be when I grow up! The characters in my life's screenplay include my better half. He is a refined Frenchman who grew up in Paris and summered in St. Tropez. I grew up in Long Island and summered in Long Island. I am not refined. My three grown children are also a big part of my life. For their sake, they happily live where their careers have taken them! But I can still mother them from a distance! I write about the mundane. I write about deeply shallow issues. But whatever I write or muse about--it'll always be a bit on the humorous and positive side! It's all good!
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17 Responses to My Kids Ate The Easter Bunny And I Helped. Bad Mommy Easter Tales.

  1. gk says:

    kids are probably getting carob bunnies from whole foods these days…

    • Catherine says:

      gk–and carrots to give the treats proper authenticity! I’m going to Target on Monday to grab the leftovers at a discount price. I’ll need plenty of treats for my pity parties! XOXOXO!!!

  2. Jane Billman says:

    My house was always noted as the “candy” house I loved ” candy” holidays and my boys all survived!!! You are so spot on the candy selection is not what it used to be…..politically correct……Happy Easter. XO! Jane

    • Catherine says:

      Jane–right????!!!! Ugh. I’m so tired of PC parents. And the fact that candy has been replaced with toys and such is just so disturbing to me. I’ll channel my inner Marie Antoinette and rather than eat cake, I’ll let ’em eat candy! XOXOXO!!!

  3. spearfruit says:

    Always great posts Catherine. I have to agree with you, parents of younger kids these days do need to let them indulge some. But if they do not let them indulge on the chocolate, then that means more for me when the stores mark it down – I will be happy to eat it! 🙂

    • Catherine says:

      Hi Terry. Oh. I know. But the problem is that parents these days indulge their kids in the wrong things–like indulging in the whim that their child is the ONLY child on the face of the earth. And indulging a three-year old with an iPad is just so excessive to me. Friggin’ buy a book and READ to your kid before bed! Geez! But yeah, I’m going to the store on Monday to hunt and gather the leftover candy too! XOXOXOXO!!!

  4. Today I’m dyeing eggs with my child. I also go full-blown with the Easter Basket, toys, chocolate, dust-mite collectors… but I am also thankfully from the age where it was okay to devour your Easter Basket in one sitting. My “baby” is 11 now… probably of the age where he knows the truth about all the mystical creatures but chooses not to say anything… because if he doesn’t say anything, the mystical creatures just keep coming back and will keep coming back until he moves out of the house. It doesn’t matter if he secretly knows the truth… he’s still going to wake up to an Easter Egg hunt tomorrow morning. 🙂

    • Catherine says:

      Happy Easter Never! LOL. My babies received Easter baskets until they moved out of the house–and on the years that they come home for Easter, they STILL receive a basket! When the kids were older I would also plant books or CD’s into the candy filled baskets. Keep the tradition up for your son–it will bring great memories! XOXOXOXO!!!

  5. When I lived up in Pa…Gertrude Hawk was my go to for chocolate!! Happy Easter Beautiful!! 💛💐

  6. calensariel says:

    That’s a REAL rabbit up there or did I read it wrong? No shit? OML!!! That picture with you and the three kids is just priceless. I remember those days when all three of us got to get new outfits for Easter. It was such a big deal. Even gloves and a hat! What memories.

    • Catherine says:

      Lady Calen. Yes. It is a real hare! It was from the Anthony Bourdain “Parts Unknown” show–the Lyon episode, which was fantastic! LOL–what’s priceless is that godawful haircut on my poor son! Glad you enjoyed! XOXOXOXO!!!

  7. junedesilva says:

    Great photos, lots of laughs and some thought provoking ideas too! When my boys were young we used to hide eggs all over the house and garden, on behalf of the Easter bunny. I miss those times! What I don’t miss is the dreaded Easter bonnet making competition as ordered but the primary school. Much easier for girls I reckon (😳?!!) but my boys refused point blank to wear/make anything resembling a bonnet…As I’m totally lacking in a ‘making’ gene, my husband constructed a black top hat out of cardboard which they decorated with chickens, eggs etc etc Happy days !

    • Catherine says:

      Hi June. Ahhhh..the infamous Easter bonnet. My fondest bonnet memory is a hat that my mother had and wore many times thereafter. The hat was similar to the one she’s wearing in the pic but it was bright lilac with a ton of silk lilac flowers. It literally looked as though someone plucked a bunch of lilacs off a bush and plopped them on her head!! I wish that hat was in my possession! I love reading about your traditions with the boys! XOXOXO!!

  8. I’m a bit late but so loved reading this post. We don’t have the ‘basket’ tradition in the UK – just loads of different sized and types of choccy Easter eggs – that’s from gluten-free, sugar-free, carob, dark expensive chocolate with nobs on to the sweetest of sicky sweet milk chocolate. All of these have extras inside – mainly more chocolate! I still buy an Easter egg for my nearly 40 year-old kids plus several for my grandson 🙂

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