The Easter bunny comes to our house on Saturday, so that Easter Sunday can be more focused upon the Savior. This year, everyone got a stuffed animal made from gloves (get this book). (Don’t be too impressed — these were started last fall for their Christmas stockings, and finished after midnight on Friday night.) Their baskets also had one book and three Hershey’s kisses, plus some Moose Munch from my mom (you have no idea how hard it was for me to not just save that for myself). And that was it. No junky toys, no messy Easter grass, no excessive candy — the secret is to keep their expectations low. And they each got the book they had been wanting, so they were thrilled.