Henry and I waited until 9pm last night to get shit for the Easter basket. I mean! To tell the Easter Bunny what Chooch wanted.
Not that it mattered, because the first thing he went for was the one thing I actually had bought well in advance – a pull-apart zombie doll from Think Geek. He hasn’t put it down since, except for the 2 seconds it takes it him to pillage a package of chocolate dinosaur eggs.
“How did the Easter Bunny know?
” Chooch exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting so long for this!” Meanwhile, the box it was shipped in had been sitting on the coffee table for like, three weeks.
We sat next to Jesus at an ECHL hockey game last night, so I’m especially feeling it today.
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That zombie pull-apart plush was seriosuly made with him in mind, I’m convinced. Btw, we bought his bday gift at the comic con and need to run it by you for mom-approval, though I’m guessing we’re fine. I think Bill was going to text you about it.
He’s going to LOVE your gift!
I wish I had realized that the parts aren’t connected by a cord or anything – they just literally pull all the way off. He lost the brain without having it for 4 hours.
““How did the Easter Bunny know?” Chooch exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting so long for this!” ”
TOLHURST! What an awesome gift.