When I was 2 years old, I flushed the entire contents of my Easter basket down the toilet.
My parents had gotten me a wonderful basket, filled to the brim with all sorts of goodies, which included jelly beans and maybe some Peeps.
My mom and dad had made a huge mistake that Easter morn. They had left me alone, unattended for a few minutes while they were basting the ham.
I wish I could tell you why. Try as I might, I cannot recall my mindset, and my mother didn’t have much info to offer on the incident, either.
“That was 38 years ago,” she had said, when I picked at her brain about what I now refer to as, “The Great Jelly Bean Fiasco of 76′.”
“Well, did I seem distraught, or was I happy? Laughing, like, hey! Look at me, I’m having…
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