We are traditional folk here at Casa Magneto Bold.
We uphold the age old Easter traditions, passed down from generation to generation, unless the food contains cocoa it is not to be consumed before nightfall.
As a child, every single year The Golden Child and I would receive one of these from the Easter Bunny.
No matter that we would never EVER eat it, spent the day bitching and moaning that we hate that shit, and mention over and over again on the lead up to Easter how we would rather an Elegant Rabbit like all of our friends…
The Easter Bunneh just would not listen.
He even sent one to The Golden Child in Iraq.
Stupid fucking bunneh.
But he learned not to mess with me and my kids (except Boo, being the dairy causes liquid finger paint child) ensuring they always got their Elegant Rabbit. AND an egg hunt.
But my pussy children wouldn’t go for the traditional Cocoa Pops with chocolate chips and chocolate milk.
Golden Child and I were totally Easter Hard Core.
After the hunt, the traditional jumping on the trampoline smashing eggs
and dividing up of the fourteen kilos of chocolate (Mars Bar mini eggs FTW!) MPS made coffee while we devoured the contents of our baskets.
All mine, biatches. Thanks Easter Bunny, you are awesome. And cute. And awesome.
Then the traditional sugar coma from 11am till 1pm and off to MOTY and my Daddy’s house for
Awesome with a side of FUCKING AWESOME!
Toblerone with cream. And everything not nailed down dipped in. Kiwi fruit was the winner of the day.
When we had our fill, oh who am I kidding, after the bowl was licked clean and 3rd degree burns to tongues – tip: turn the bastard OFF before licking clean – we all retired to the lounge to watch a Steven Hawking (‘Speakonia Mummy! It is Speakonia Mummy!’ Boo lost his freaking MIND with excitement) doco.
Contemplating the market for WWZJD (WWZombidJesusDo) and WWSHD (WWStephenHawkingDo) wristbands.
Cause that is how we roll.
So what are your Easter Traditions?