Tonight’s dilemma: I just brushed my teeth. Do I really need to chew the end of this carrot to make it look authentic?
Then it occurred to me—I successfully convinced all three children that a human-sized rabbit was going to steal into their bedrooms and fill their baskets with chocolate bunnies and Cadbury eggs. Do I really need to worry about authenticity?
In spite of it all, the kids will wake up tomorrow to three stuffed baskets and a carrot stump with teeth marks, while I secretly hope they’re no more clever than I give them credit for.
At least, that’s my hope. But then I remember Tyler glaring at the Easter Bunny during today’s egg hunt, scoffing, “That’s no Easter Bunny. That’s just a guy in a costume.”
With any luck, forensic odontologists don’t make house calls on Easter.