When I was younger, Easter was a bonanza, but it was sure hard work.
See, the rule in our house was that, at noon, Dad got any chocolate we hadn’t found. Dad loves chocolate. Dad has a sweet tooth the size of a sabre-toothed tiger’s fang. And Dad hid the Easter chocolate.
He didn’t mind so much if we found all the jelly beans, but he did make it a challenge to find the chocolate.
He once hid a bunny at the bottom of the Cheerios box. If I remember right, he put it right underneath the Cheerios, not between the box and the liner. So we had to pour all the Cheerios out to get the chocolate.
These days, getting Easter chocolate is easier. I just go to the store. But the hunting was more fun.