Religion down to its commercial parts

My son's nursery school is having an Easter party tomorrow. Children are instructed to wear festive clothes, bring a basket or small bag, and decorate a sunhat. There will be a candy hunt through the nursery tomorrow, so parents are asked to forego the usual lunch box and instead send a sweet or savory dish to share. And a bag of sweeties.

I'm cringing. I'm so against this whole thing, for the sugar aspect of it, for the nominal Easter theme, it's just so...

and then the proud mother in me says, Now Nico can wear that lovely outfit my aunt and uncle got him for Christmas, and we'll make a funny hat to wear out of construction paper when he wakes from his nap. And and and

he'll come home sick as a dog from all the sweeties, will have probably eaten at least three things with wheat in them, and I'll have a raving loony on my hands for the rest of the week. I wonder what the Arabs are thinking about the note they found in their childrens' back packs this week?