When I moved to California, I discovered See’s Candies. I got really pissed that I’d been stuck with Whitman’s Samplers all my life. I also gained about ten pounds (they give out free samples).
It’s probably not a coincidence that we bought a house a few miles from their outlet shop. Our son also grew to love See’s Candies, and the sales people there grew to love him. Every holiday had some See’s, whether it was a chocolate Santa in his stocking or green shamrocks for St. Patrick’s Day.
Due to COVID-19, See’s closed for the first time since World War II in March.
There was much mourning in our household, especially as Easter approached.
This morning, my husband and son found these:
Baby D: “Yes! Giant Chocolate See’s Easter Bunny!”
Baby D: “Who cares?! He even brought YOU a See’s bunny.” Baby D scurried off to squirrel away as much chocolate as possible before parents could confiscate it and dole it out as dessert over an interminable period of weeks.
Andy: “How did…”
Me: “The Easter Bunny understands pandemics better than the Trump Administration. Also a way better planner.”
Andy: “You didn’t have to get me an chocolate Easter bunny—”
Me: “Some bunny loves you. Eat your rabbit.”