"You know, once Uncle Awesome and I both knew about our parents being the Easter Bunny, my mom used to leave our filled baskets in our rooms for Easter morning."
Bug looked up sharply, "What?! I want you to hide them and leave clues like you always do."
"But if they were in your room, you could have a piece of chocolate the very second you wake up!"
Bear looked intrigued.
Bug was appalled. "No. No way. Clues. Hiding. That's the way we do it in this house."
So now I have to come up with a bunch of damn clues by Sunday. It doesn't help that in past years, I've done a different style of clue each year. I've already done trails of string leading to the basket, rhyming couplets, and trivia style questions where the answer is the hiding place of the next clue.
A very evil part of me is tempted to use Google Translator to do this year's clues in Mandarin. I bet if it takes them all day to find their basket, they may rethink the whole baskets-at-the-foot-of-the-bed scenario.