I got up at 6:45 this morning to fulfill my Easter Bunny chores. Pretty early to roll out of bed on a Sunday, but what can you do? While I was outside hiding plastic, candy-filled eggs, Dashiell and Ray tiptoed to the back door to see if they could spot any evidence of EB’s work. Ray couldn’t sleep the night before because he was worried that he might not come for some reason. Sure enough, they saw me skulking around.
They apparently went to bed to discuss matters because I had no idea I’d been spotted. About a half an hour later they confronted me. “We know who the Easter Bunny is and he’s sitting on this bed,” Ray said. I gamely looked behind me to see if there happened to be a long-eared furry rodent curled up in the covers. There wasn’t. “How do you know I wasn’t just checking to see if he had come?” I asked. They weren’t fooled.
Fortunately the lads weren’t the slightest bit traumatized by their discovery. I think they’ve suspected something was up for awhile now but weren’t quite ready to give up their childhood beliefs. We had a nice long discussion in which they also deduced that Santa must not be real either. I was relieved because it had been bothering me. They are nine years old after all and I didn’t feel right about lying to them anymore. It was different when they were gullible little kids but they’re growing up so fast now and becoming more and more sophisticated. I was also getting tired of these mythical strangers getting credit for our hard work and thoughtfulness!