Ana ran into the Easter Bunny last week at the shop. Although she initially was terrified of him - in a rare show of good street smarts - she has since been searching for him around every corner, and in every shop. There is simply no way to explain to a three year old that this bunny was just some guy - specifically a six-foot tall guy in his forties who, of his own free will and for motives unknown, dressed up in a fuzzy bunny costume in order to lurk in the sweets aisle.
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| Face in the egg. |
And so I take advantage of the situation, as any moderately bad parent would. When Ana knackers herself out at the playground and refuses to walk home I say: 'perhaps the Easter Bunny is
just around that next corner...shall we go look?' And like magic, she steps right into line and goes looking for him all the way home.
In my defense, the seeds for this fib were sown long ago, and this is merely an example of an apple returning to the tree. As my mum will confirm, 'just around the next corner' is a phrase that has been used in this manner for generations in my family. Perhaps Ana will someday, and after much therapy, forgive me for this Easter Bunny foible.
In the meantime happy Easter to bunny-men and humans alike!
