Want to hear something super weird and possibly pregnancy-brain-y (it’s a real thing)?
When I went to the store a couple of weeks ago to assemble a Valentine’s Day present for my son (including these things), I also bought a be-ribboned wicker basket, shredded pastel basket-filler, and…eggs.
Because apparently something in my mind transformed Valentine’s Day and Easter into a single holiday, for which one purchases both red heart-shaped things and bunnies.
I don’t know what to say about this, other than that my son will be receiving a stuffed rabbit today, and there’s not much I can do about that, but I suspect that he’s not going to mind a whole lot.
Anyway, Happy Valentine’s Day! Or Easter. Whatever.
