It went much better this year, largely because I didn't tell kidlet it was Easter until after she'd gotten up. (This also meant we didn't get to dye eggs together, but that was more a matter of bad timing.) This saved me from last year's debacle, when I was woken at ten to six by heavy breathing in my ear and "Mom... let's see if the Easter Bunny took our eggs and hid them!"* I also had a better grasp on her mental capabilities this year and so the finding was done with only very minimal prompting this time. Dan stayed in bed, on the grounds that he was sleepy and also Jewish, but as he drove to the store at 10 pm because the Easter Bunny forgot to buy a chocolate rabbit he is still a hero of the revolution.
And yes, the chocolate bunny was it for candy. Someday she's going to see all these Facebook photos of other kids with their Easter hauls, and the local Easter Bunny is going to be in so much trouble.
* The Easter Bunny had not. The Easter Bunny set her alarm for six. Luckily, her incoherent explanation of how Mommy was going to go check but in the meantime it was vital that everyone stay inside and not look out any windows mostly worked. It is amazing how proud parenting makes you of successfully fooling a two-year-old.