Back in Dublin, the Easter Bunny really isn't as popular (at least he wasn't when I was growing up). Come to think of it, I do remember painting & dyeing hard-boiled eggs and stories being told of rolling them down hills (after Mass of course!) But Jonathan was quite perplexed when the girls at work offered to shop for egg cases for him. For what he wanted to know . . . well now he does.
But the yummiest bit was the Cadbury's eggs Mum brought up from NYC - real Cadbury's yum, yum delicious. No I am not hiding them Hun - just rationing them :)
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