Packing List Included

6:00am Easter morning my son bounds up to me at my bedside, and I groggily, blinkingly accept his hug due to the appearance of his Easter basket on the table.

THEN he says, "Mom! Guess what! The Easter Bunny gave me Pixos for Easter!"

That's when I snapped fully awake. "NO, the Easter Bunny did NOT give you Pixos! Those were for your sister!"

Yeah, apparently Keith didn't realize that the Easter Bunny includes a packing list with each basket.

Sneaky little @#$%...!