The majority of my children's nutrition today has come directly from the Easter Bunny. Or Grandma. I lack the strength and desire to slowly dole it out to the piece by piece over the next forty years and I figure that it's not right for me to give them this candy and then tell them they can't eat it. I mean, for the Easter Bunny to give them the candy. whatever.
So, they are eating themselves into a sugar coma that I'm really hoping happens around 8 o'clock tonight. And, hopefully, it's all gone by then and we can resume our normal eating habits....ya know, fruit snacks and peanut butter sandwiches. I'm nothing, if not health conscious.
The bad news? I'm totally and completely out of caffeine. Send help!