My next door neighbor, Rick, would always get a large but hollow chocolate rabbit surrounded by a pile of those overly sweet marshmellow filled odd shaped eggs. He would always allot me a piece of one ear out of pity. Bless that kid.
When I would ask, as kids might do, about the inequality of our respective till, my mother would state "Oh, honey, you don't want that cheap stuff!".
Now before you go thinking that I was from a rich or eccentric family..we were poorer than the neighbours..just "progressive"..whatever that is.