On the Subject of Easter Baskets:

Kir (on the phone): Hey, guess what, our Easter Basket came from your mom.

Violet: Did you open it?

Kir: I thought I’d call you and open it.

Violet: Well, open it. I want to hear about the chocolate and underwear.

Kir: Chocolate and underwear?

Violet: Just open it.

Kir: Ooh, lots of chocolate eggs. And orange foil lumpy things?

Violet: Chocolate carrots.

Kir: Oh, you’re right; those do look like carrots, kind of. And caramel eggs. And Butterfinger eggs. I love the Butterfinger eggs. They make me appreciate America in a way that representative democracy never does. I mean, egg shapes full of the crunchy Butterfinger stuff. It’s such utter joy.

Violet: Find the underwear.

Kir: I still don’t see why you’re – oh, there it is. Underwear. Cute.

Violet: What do they look like?

Kir: Blue and grey cotton. I like them.

Violet: Yeah, I told Mom you don’t like the silky stuff.

Kir: But these are for you.

Violet: Uh-huh.

Kir: I am just going to go eat some Butterfinger eggs now and not think about your mom knowing my underwear preferences.

Violet: You do that.

Kir: Wait – do you get underwear in your Easter basket every year?

Violet: Yeah, as long as I can remember. All my good underwear comes from the Easter basket or the Christmas stocking. Left to my won devices, I buy all my underwear from the dollar store.

Kir: Like the glow in the dark Garfield-as-vampire Halloween underwear.

Violet: Hey, those are cool.

Kir: Whatever. I’m going to go gorge myself on chocolate.

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