I am getting weak. It is too hard to walk around innocently minding my own business because everywhere I go, a chocolate bunny (filled, not hollow) is calling my name. They smell good, look good and I know they taste good (prior experience of course).

I become a kid again this time of year. I want to make my own basket and fill it with treats, but WAIT! I am the Mom and I should be making them for the boys….Well, who says I can’t get my OWN chocolate bunny. Ok. See’s here I come..everyone stand clear!!!

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