Easter is a time of rejoicing, tulips, floral dresses, eggs,the Easter Bunny, and crap tons of chocolate. Between the Easter baskets, countless Easter egg hunts, and Grammy and Grandpa visiting, my kids were consuming something sweet everyday---multiple times a day. This is also when I noticed, they believed they deserved a 'special treat' for every little thing they did. Breathing. Drinking. Eating. Similar to Pavlov's dog, they performed an action and immediately were salivating for a piece of candy. Demanding a piece of candy. Expecting a piece of candy. I didn't have a bell or whistle, but I might as well had. It was freaking ridiculous. Am I comparing my children to our four-legged, furry, friends? Yes, yes I am.

Proof:

1. Went to the bathroom: Can I have my chocolate egg?
2. Got dressed: Can I have a piece of candy?
3. Ate my breakfast: May I have the little peanut butter bunny?
4. Brushed my teeth without being asked: Can I have a piece of gum?
5. Sat on the couch watching cartoons and didn't pick my nose: Can I have my jelly beans?
6. Took my vitamins: May I have just one brownie bite?
7. Ate my carrot sticks: Now, can I have two little chocolate eggs? They are really tiny.
8. I put my shoes on: Fine, don't give me any. I'll just go to my bedroom and eat the pieces I put under my pillow.
9. I'm sitting nicely: If I eat the Milky Way with graham crackers, it is healthy for me.
10. I didn't do any 'techmology' today: I need a special treat.
11. I put my coat up: But, Grammy and Grandpa let me have chocolate milk, chocolate graham crackers and three pieces of candy. I ate dinner too. Please, can I have my Easter candy?