With all my whining, wailing, and gnashing of teeth the Easter Bunny still managed to fit our house into his busy schedule. It wasn't easy, I'm tellin' ya.
"Scrunch, don't you think you should go on a walk with Papa?"
Oh, for the love!!!! "Why???" That three letter word makes me think four letter words lately.
"Because the Easter Bunny can't come if you're still here."
"Well, it's okay. I'll just hide."
"No. He'll know."
"I can't go. He'll be soooo sad if I'm not here."
"No. You're going. Really fast. Now go!"
Papa, my great helper, took "fast" a little too literally. The ink on the letter wasn't even dry before they came up the driveway. It was still in my hand.
"Oh, look! The Easter Bunny left you a note."
Dang, those Easter Bunnies are fast.
It's not like we wouldn't have had any fun had he not shown up. We might be thirty minutes from Tar-jay and in the middle of nowhere, but the neighborhood makes up for it in other ways. We're less than five minutes to the great Easter Hunt. Scrunch could take or leave the eggs, but the baby piggies she definitely wanted to take.