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“This is true, I’m sure my Dad has been plotting Jack’s Easter Basket for weeks, and your parents, I don’t know, I can only imagine all the little trinkets they got him. We need to start a petition for them to get new grandchildren.”

“He barely has motor skills babe, just because he can grab that ball and roll it to you doesn’t mean he’s an NBA star, or maybe he is, I wasn’t a gifted child in that department. No, no chocolate bunny, we don’t need him hooped up on that much sugar, now to pass that info onto the grandparents.”

“He’ll love them, you’re trying to make it so he can play hoops with you by the time he’s three aren’t you? We can do that. You thought of any candy for him? It’ll be his first time with real candy, I mean I’m thinking fruit snacks for sure, but whatever else, I’m a little unsure.”

“We should! I have his easter basket already, it’s got Dinosaurs on it. Now we just need to get him some candy and little goodies. I love Easter, its my favorite next to Halloween, parents always made a big deal of it for some reason.”