Here’s the deal. It’s that time of the year again, where i get to eat all sorts of sugar because it is out of mommy and daddy’s hands when i attend an easter egg hunt, that entails a ton of plastic eggs full of goodies. Mom will tell you it’s a day that makes her nervous or excited because she ends up hiding most of the candy from me and eating it herself. I’ve made it pretty far with out a load of sweets in my youth. Mommy says they make me act a bit nutty. When i get a little.. i want a lot and the fits just don’t stop. I sound just like Pinkalicious when i say, “More!, More!, More!” Just today i had a meltdown in ballet class when the teachers told us to hand our eggs to mommy until we finished dancing. I didn’t think that was fair. I wanted to partake in the deliciousness of my chocolate coated pastel colored yummy in my tummy eggs. Then and there i kicked and screamed until mommy gave me one. She hates when i make a scene in public but does her best not to give in at the same time. I went on to dance and chatted up the class like i’ve never done before because i was happy and high on sugar! I love the Easter Bunny.
Poppy wearing Tutu Du Monde Icing on the Cake Top & Fairy Petticoat Skirt
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