They are my favorite little people ever.
My parents were awesome, they got the eggs and went out of their way to fill them with lots of non-candy goodness (like Disney princess toys, bouncy balls, and lots of other stuff our new puppy wants to chew on really badly). Except Hannah was disappointed because she wanted cherry chapstick and not blueberry chapstick (the indignities!) my mom was pretty sweet about it (I would have been like, you take that blueberry chapstick and you will like it! you hear me!? You tell that Easter Bunny thank you, right this second!) and she helped Hannah write this letter to the Easter Bunny, who quickly rectified the situation. And I might have taken the blueberry chapstick for myself (it smells delicious). Kids these days. There a bunch of softies. They are never gonna learn that when the Easter Bunny gives you blueberry chapstick, you pull yourself up by your bootstraps and walk up hill both ways in the snow and make blueberry chapstick lemonade or something. But she did draw the Easter Bunny a couple hearts. So I guess it is okay.