I would love to tell you that my children don’t like chocolate.
But sadly they are not amongst those who would choose a carrot stick over a Cadbury’s chocolate finger.
They were born with extremely sweet teeth, like their mother. Embarrassingly even the Toddler (recently graduated from The Baby) who is sub 2 years old has had his fair share of chocolate.
He decided early on in his little life that rice cakes were quite simply out of the question.
With Easter fast approaching, vast eggs are beckoning around every aisle of the supermarkets. The shelves are bulging with mini eggs of all descriptions, egg cups overflowing with jellies and chocolate bunny rabbits.
The Toddler sits in the trolley shouting, “Choc Choc,” as we pass yet another display, enticing us to get purchasing early for Easter.
Out of all four of our small brood, I think we can safely say that he is the family’s confirmed chocoholic. At a very young age he refined his small taste buds choosing to rule out anything that resembled a vegetable, with the exception of a baked bean of course.
My dilemma is how to tackle Easter with a brood of chocoholic children this year?
Do I restrict it to a modest ‘organic’ Easter egg hunt in the garden after Sunday lunch or do I give in to a chocolate frenzy at dawn?
Last Easter, after much deliberation, I decided not to restrict my children’s chocolate consumption. My theory was to let them eat what they wanted and with any luck they would eat so much of it they would be put off chocolate for life. I would finally be able to join the gang of parents who proudly say,
“My children prefer fruit to ‘Freddos’ thank you.” Sadly my theory fell flat on its face.
The Easter Bunny had been very generous thanks to lots of tip offs from grandparents and the children delighted in the lapse in chocolate sanctions for one day only.
Heads down they ate their way through eggs from breakfast until supper barely coming up for air. They even managed several enthusiastic hunts for eggs around the garden, thanks to the Labrador who graciously missed a few.
They successfully smashed through my theory as if they knew that the clock was ticking and that shortly they would be ‘de-toxing’ on broccoli.
Admittedly though the chocolate did not make them sick.
They were no more hyperactive than usual and there were no temper tantrums.
On the contrary they were beautifully behaved and blissfully happy.
So with Easter 2011 and a potential chocolate gorge fast approaching, my message is simple – if you can’t beat them join them. Happy Easter.