Happy Easter

As cynical as I was a few months back about Santa Claus, I was very happy to meet him at the mall. I sat in his lap and told him what I wanted for Christmas and listened intently to everything Santa had to say.

On Saturday, Mommy and Daddy took me back to the mall to meet the Easter Bunny. On a happiness scale of 1 to 10, (with 10 being the happiest), I think I would rate my trip to see the Easter Bunny about a minus 5. I cried almost immediately and grabbed Daddy like a koala bear. Daddy was able to pry me away and place me in the arms of the monstrous mammal but I was scared out of my mind and sobbing uncontrollably.

At that point, Mommy and Daddy decided to downgrade the photo package they previously selected. Still, the woman at the register trying to sell us more pictures said “I just love the pictures when the children are crying.” Yeah, that makes sense psycho-lady. Maybe I’ll change my opinion next year but right now a six foot bunny who lays eggs is about the scariest thing I can think of.

On Sunday we went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. You can see me collecting eggs in their yard. It was a nice day and I ate a lot. Grandma is a good cook.