Saturday morning, Gus got to hunt eggs at a great Easter Egg hunt hosted by his Granna's friend, Gloria. He had little interest in money-eggs (yes, there were eggs with Quarters in them...I was fond of those) or others with little toys in them. His strategy was to hunker down with each egg and inspect it for candy/chocolate potential - foil and all. He had to ride out a nasty sugar high for the rest of the day, but he didn't mind it one bit in the moment.
Makes me think that I need to observe lent next year to bring balance to the equation.