I feel sure that my kids are on to me. We got home so late from the party last night that I forgot about hiding the eggs so they didn't get hid until the kids were eating breakfast at 9 a.m. After they finished, and found them (in pathetically easy places), Martin made a remark that he had seen his Easter bag the day before in the kitchen. "Really? How strange," I said and left it at that. They're buzzing like candy bees now.
I'm relatively ticked off at Anders about the party last night and my role as designated driver for life, but after writing and erasing a couple of paragraphs explaining it, I've decided I don't want to talk about it right now.