You know what really frosts my flakes? Easter used to be simple.
You got a basket, a little candy and maybe a chocolate bunny if you were lucky.
Now? It’s a full-blown production.
Baskets are the size of laundry hampers and filled with toys, electronics, and enough sugar to power a small city.
And the candy? “Fun size” used to be full size. Now it’s a bite and a wrapper. Twelve bucks for a hollow chocolate bunny that tastes like candle wax.
And don’t get me started on the eggs. It used to be vinegar and a little color tablet. Now it’s a full-blown science experiment requiring glitter, stickers and tools. It looks like a craft store exploded.
Then there’s the egg hunts. It used to be you actually had to find the eggs. Now you need an app to find them, and you still get a participation trophy if you don’t.
I’m Grandpa Grumpy. If a holiday needs a budget, a strategy — and an app — then we’ve officially ruined it.