I was staying with family over Easter. Both DSs gave me eggs and it was impossible to pack them in my small suitcase, so I broke them up and left some with them while I wrapped up a lot of fragments and - sorry to say - I ate them on the train home! 44 years ago, when DS2 was in hospital at Easter, he was given a lot of Easter eggs. You can guess who ate most of them. It would have been cruel to stuff a 2-year-old with chocolate, wouldn't it?
Anger management!!! Help needed.