It's not exactly a favorite of mine - it seems like Thanksgiving. With a basket.
I don't even mind hiding the eggs or making the baskets. I just want to stop with the bunny already. But I can't - I worry that the rabbit and Mr. Claus are firmly linked in the psyche of my kids and to give up one would expose the other as a fraud. So. The bunny will come.
That being said - the tooth fairy really should've remembered to visit my daughter last night. She's sabotaging the whole damned thing.
We're trying to determine if my husband's/son's hockey team finished the season in first place. In doing so I find myself rooting against another team of ten year olds - hoping they'll lose(and lose badly...so we can get a lock on the goals against average too). There's a special place in the bad parenting hall of fame for moments like this.