Contrary to popular belief there is no Easter Bunny. At least not at my house.
Just a grouchy mom going outside at the crack of dawn to hide eggs around the perimeter of the yard where the dog couldn't go because the underground fence would shock him.
Why outside? Because the dog would follow me around trying to eat the eggs moments after I hid them? Same reason why they were mostly hidden around the very edges of the yard. Color me bitter. Not that the whole dog thing made me bitter it's just that old Easter non-spirit I have.
There may be a glimmer of hope on the horizon though:
Scene: Tuesday morning in the bathroom.
My girl was brushing her hair and I was brushing my teeth and she says "I really want Mentos and deodorant in my Easter Basket."
My response, besides an internal raised eyebrow at her request? "Really? Well, why are you telling me, maybe you should be telling the Easter bunny..."
Her: "I just did."
So, what do you think? Am I off the secretive hook? Can I just get up at, say, six a.m. and hide the eggs and baskets with their knowledge or must I still trip around in the dark with a flashlight hoping that egg eating raccoons aren't living under my shed.
Based on a True Story
About Me
- jenny
- A New Englandah, mom of two, who is more than a little scatterbrained. Throw in some knitting, some reading, a bit of embroidery, some youth hockey watching, and maybe a margarita or three and that's pretty much the perfect weekend.
5 comments:
I'd say you're off the hook.
Last year on Easter morning, Grace (who knows) said something like, "I love this candy. I wonder how the Easter Bunny knew?"
Ellie's response was, "Because it's our parents."
So, yeah, we're pretty sure she knows. But she's remaining curiously mum on the topic of Santa and the Easter Bunny.
Off the hook in my eyes!
Totally off the hook.
Did you get the mentos & deoderant?
Well.. I wouldn't say off the hook. They may know you're the Easter Bunny, but if you don't continue the traditions, It IS going to change Easter for them forever. The excitment, the giggles. And just think how special to them YOU will be if you keep up all the traditions as they grow up.
Do you see what I'm saying?
My oldest was pretty cynical about Easter last year but she's going along with it so far this year so I figure I'll just play along until all three are like, "DUH, mom, we know."
And, deoderant already? I'm going to start sniffy around my 8yo but I'm pretty sure the stink doesn't start for a little longer, right? When she needs that and a bra, I may cry for her little girlness, gone.
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