This year brought the Yoys their first ever Easter Egg Hunt. I gave them a pep talk beforehand. Yes, we are Jewish. Yes, you can still hunt for eggs and eat delicious peeps. Yes, you can wear bow-ties and pastels and no one will be the wiser. We lit the Shabbat candles and headed out the door.
And the boys had such a great time.
Until the end. When it was brought to my attention that Big E had taken another little boy's basket of eggs, snuck out of sight, and emptied its contents right into his basket.
I was angry with him. I was embarrassed that he committed the greatest sin on the Easter Egg Hunt circuit during our first time to the rodeo. We would be labeled as the egg-stealing Yoysers and banned from all future egg hunts in some super secret Easter book.
Scene of the Crime
At home, Mr. Yoy and I sat Big E down and spoke to him about it. He vehemently denied any participation in the theft. He blamed a set of younger twins. Big E does this weird thing with his mouth when he is lying to me and I hope to the heavens that he NEVER outgrows this. I knew he was lying. I was just waiting for him to cave. After about ten minutes of being cross examined by Mr. Yoy, Big E finally fessed up.
BUT I JUST LOVE CANDY!
We talked about why stealing is wrong. The following day, he wrote an apology note to his friend and delivered it with a bunch of the candy he had pilfered.
I'm hopeful that he learned a lesson.
I'm hopeful that we get invited back next year.
I'm hopeful that the Peeps are 50% off when I hit up Publix tomorrow.