Minnesota Prairie Roots

My foil-wrapped chocolate Easter bunny escapes to the backyard.

I WONDERED WHEN they would notice.

On Monday, more than a week after Easter, my two guys finally ask.

“When are you going to eat your chocolate bunny?” my 16-year-old son inquires as he dips into the Easter candy for an after-school snack.

“When are you going to eat your chocolate bunny?” my husband asks later, when we are dipping into the shared family candy after supper.

My answer to them is identical: “I’m strategizing,” I say. “I’m eating the other candy first because, when that’s gone, I’ll still have my chocolate bunny.” Smart, huh? Just to clarify, each member of my family gets his/her own foil-wrapped chocolate bunny treat for Easter.

“I thought you were testing your willpower,” my husband says, knowing all too well how much I love chocolate.

Even I am surprised that I haven’t at least nibbled on the rabbit’s ears.

But early on I determined that I would get more chocolate if I followed my well-thought-out plan of eating from the general family stash of candy before eating my very own chocolate.

So far, so good, I figure, unless, of course, one of the boys cannot resist temptation and bites off the bunny’s ears.

But I think they know better than to mess with a woman and her chocolate, especially this woman and her chocolate.

© Copyright 2010 Audrey Kletscher Helbling