Easter Band-Aids

Troy: “I can’t believe that every Easter egg is filled with money and candy!”
Me: “You’re lucky. One Easter, when I was your age, my Mimi put bandaids in my Easter eggs.”
Troy: “What?! Why?”
Me: “I really have no idea. I’m not sure if it was a last-minute thing, and that’s all she could find around the house, or if she just assumed I’d need them, because I got hurt a lot.”
Troy: “That’s weird.”
Me: “Agreed. Come to think about it, I don’t think she put bandaids in my brother’s or cousins’ eggs. Just in mine. You can imagine my excitement at finding that inside when I split them open…not!”
Troy [handing me a piece of chocolate]: “Here, dada. You need this more than I do. Your childhood sucked.”
Me: “Just that one Easter, but I’ll take the chocolate anyway. Thank you.”