Sigh, you and Coby probably believe in the Easter Bunny, too.
Of course I believe in the Easter Bunny. I believe in myself! We have a tradition in our family, on Easter morning we all go out on the porch together and call the Easter Bunny. We have a special call, "Oh Easter Bunny, Easter Bunny, please come this year!" Then the wife and kids go into the girls bedroom, which looks out away from the water and the Grandparents house, and Daddy (and Grandpa when he was still alive) would go looking for and calling the Easter Bunny. The kids could hear us calling down the path to Grandpa's house. We, of course, were laying the trail of candy and little gifts which wound up at Grandma's house. Then we would come back and say we finally saw the Easter bunny and he said he wasn't quite done but if we would give him five more minutes he would be ready for us. So we sat for five minutes with the kids getting more and more excited, then we sprang out of the house and followed the trail (everything, of course, was laid out in sets of three all the way along the path, over the tennis court, past the chicken coop, past the outdoor BBQ, along the water, and up the hill to the big front porch, where the main set of presents was.)
The girls were at least five before they began to suspect, and even in their teens insisted on calling the Easter Bunny and having the old trail set up for them. Traditions are so special. I'm already looking forward to when I can start calling for the grandchildren and setting the trail for them.
So yes, of course I believe in the Easter Bunny! |
