Sunday I went to some friends’ big huge outdoor easter party. It was filled with people and kids and amazing food, and there was an easter egg hunt and candy and much wackiness.

My friend Kara and I were there in part to do a little hooping mini-performance, and Kara had brought her 4 year old son, Ari, to enjoy the egg hunt and sunny day.

Ari was totally happy to run around with a basket hunting for candy-filled plastic eggs, and then plopped himself down on the grass to gorge on chocolate. At one point, after several minutes of contented silent munching, he turned around with what looked like a small pink eraser in his hand. It had a crescent-shaped bite missing from a corner.

“Mama?” he asked, his face showing little worry-lines. “Is this candy?”

“No, that’s not candy,” Kara responded, and Ari looked down at the pink inedible thing and turned away, disappointed.

I must admit that we all had a laugh at his expense.

Even better was when Andreas opened one of his plastic easter eggs that he’d found … and discovered it was filled with sugar ants. They’d found a way into the egg, and were gorging on candy. Andreas was mortified, and but I thought it was a perfect Charlie Brown moment. ANTS IN MY EASTER EGG! HA!