BUNNIES CAN'T CARRY BASKETS, OR CAN THEY?
Easter is a little confusing for Haley. Besides the complicated religious subject matter, there's the question of the Easter Bunny. It doesn't help that we have real rabbits in the neighborhood and we often see them in the back yard nibbling on my tulip leaves. It also doesn't help that Rob and I love to have fun at her expense and try to play up the myth. So after church we went in the back yard to see if we could spot the Easter Bunny. We walked all around the yard and when she wasn't looking I snuck inside and brought her basket out on the deck. Then I told her I'd seen Mr. Bunny himself hop across the deck, drop the basket, and hop away. You can see the confusion in her face in the pictures. Her basket is, after all, about 3 times as big as the rabbits we see. Of course couldn't have cared less once she realized there was candy and toys for her, but she did keep saying how nice it was for the Easter Bunny to bring her "so many great things."
The myth of the Easter Bunny also came in handy a while later when I had to convince Haley to take a nap. We were all sick, but she stopped taking naps months ago and didn't like the idea one bit. So we made up some convoluted story about how only once she was asleep would the Easter Bunny hop into our house to our fridge to get the eggs she had decorated so that he could hide them in our yard - I can already see that we're going to have to practice our stories if we want her to believe past age 4. Anyway, she took a nap, hunted for eggs, and had a great time, which is all we were after in the first place.
Her basket got so heavy that it dragged on the ground and she started losing her loot.
Jake slept through all of the excitement; coloring the eggs led to SO many questions - I think we have a budding scientist on our hands. Why? Why? Why?
