I have issues.

Since I was a kid, I’ve had trouble eating chocolate Easter bunnies from the ears down. Eating them from the feet up is just as bad  

Nothing much has changed but these days, once the foil’s peeled back and I'm about to partake, there’s the added bonus of my son’s voice, from out of nowhere, all "No, no! Not the ears!" or "No, you can’t start with the feet!"  

Of course it should always be: SNAP the head off first because, if you end it quickly, the poor little thing won’t even know what you’re about to do with his remains  

I imagine that's why god invented Easter eggs.