Trixie’s lunchbox felt unusually heavy when I took it out of her backpack on Friday night.

I’d dutifully packed a cheese sandwich, apple and a Gogurt (a questionable take on yogurt) that morning.

But the nighttime weight far exceeded the tally of the above.

What could be in there?

In retrospect, the answer should have been obvious.

Glittery sneaks and a My Little Pony. Plus a plastic Easter egg. Duh.