Mum was getting the spare room ready for Aunty Lyndall to stay over Easter.
And she accidentally left the cupboard door open - revealing a stash of Easter bunnies and eggs.
"They're for when Aunty Lyndall gets here," said Mum.
This immediately sparked a vigil for Aunty Lyndall* that's been going on for three days.
My first words after each sleep are to do with Aunty Lyndall and bunnies.
I watch out for her car. I ask Dad if we can visit the bunnies. I make casual suggestions such as "Want to eat my 'funnies, Mummy?" and "It's time for 'funnies now!"
But to no avail.
It might be a long week for us all.
* I do really love my Aunty Lyndall and not because there's a link between her visit and the prospect of chocolate 'funnies.