Don’t hold back on the Easter eggs

It’s fun to bake and share de­li­cious good­ness even if some par­ents don’t like it

Life & Style Weekend - - YOU - To get in touch, email sue.clo­[email protected]­re­gional­me­ MUM’S THE WORD with Sue Clo­hesy

I’ll march on into that class­room with my head held high hold­ing two trays of cho­co­late cupcakes dec­o­rated in ic­ing and Easter eggs.

DO YOU give other peo­ple’s kids cho­co­late? Do you rel­ish be­ing the favourite vis­i­tor who hands out the best good­ies to the chil­dren, then gets to walk away leav­ing the par­ents to deal with the after­math?

Well played… well played.

I don’t mind if you give my kids cho­co­late. As the mum I can al­ways say “no, you’re not eat­ing that now”, or I can make it dis­ap­pear in a va­ri­ety of ways (I’m ac­tu­ally get­ting quite cre­ative with th­ese), so they don’t overindulg­e.

But when I re­ceived a note home from Mas­ter Five’s prin­ci­pal, ask­ing par­ents not to send choco­lates to school for our kids to share with their friends, I couldn’t help but laugh.

The rea­son why I thought it was so funny was they were cit­ing a statis­tic from a book in the US on di­a­betes deaths in 2012 as the rea­son… ha, ha, ha.

While di­a­betes is ob­vi­ously no laugh­ing mat­ter, this prin­ci­pal must have a sense of humour to think Prep­pies shar­ing a few small Easter eggs to­gether could re­sult in them suf­fer­ing from the life­long dis­ease.

So I’m go­ing to test the wa­ter.

Mas­ter Five loves it when I bake things for his friends, so that’s what I’ll do.

I’ll march on into that class­room with my head held high hold­ing two trays of cho­co­late cupcakes dec­o­rated in ic­ing and Easter eggs.

Oh there’ll be squeals of de­light from the kids, the teacher will smile ap­prov­ingly (she gets one too) and then there will be the looks from other par­ents… I can pic­ture it now.

Dis­be­lief from some, as to how I man­aged to cook th­ese de­li­cious treats be­fore school drop-off, smiles from oth­ers who are think­ing what a nice thing to do, and then the dreaded stares. The knock-you-down-from-10-feet stares.

The ones that bore holes straight through you as they hold their child close with fear of me shov­ing one in their face. I will smile, and then give a nod be­fore dis­ap­pear­ing out the door.

And as fab­u­lous as that will be, the real fun will be in the kitchen where we’ll make the choco­latey treats.

Miss Three is some­thing of a bo­gan-princess. Strange but true. And she loves to help me cook. She’ll likely doll up in her heels, tiara and jewels, then take a poo in her toy kitchen sink be­fore run­ning into the kitchen and stick­ing her hands in the mix­ture be­fore I can scream “stoooopppp”.

On sec­ond thoughts, I bet­ter make the cupcakes the night be­fore, once Miss Three is fast asleep in bed.


There’s noth­ing more de­light­ful than home made muffins with Easter eggs and sweet ic­ing.

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