Monday – No Easter Bunny on THIS Earth

[ninanevermore]

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After a rather soggy Easter egg hunt yesterday that left the shells of our colored eggs looking kind mottled and artsy, I learned an interesting fact about the Easter Bunny: he's from outer space.

My 4-year-old son was sitting on his father's lap at the dining room table, discussing Easter, Easter eggs, Easter candy, and Easter Bunnies (all of them).

"There's no Easter Bunny on this Earth," my son declared.

"There's not?" I asked.

"No, they live on the Easter Bunny Earth," he said.

"Ah," I said to my husband, "like a parallel dimension, I guess."

"How does the Easter Bunny get to this earth?" Jeff asked our son.

"They get here in a rocket ship."

"They? How many Easter Bunnies are there?"

"25." He said this number with absolute certainty and no hesitation.

"There's a lot of eggs that have to be hidden," I mused, "I can see where at least 25 bunnies would be needed."

"What does the rocket ship look like?" Jeff asked, "I bet it's painted like an Easter egg, isn't it?"

"No, it's painted to look like an Easter bunny." My son turned to me and scowled. "Mommy, stop laughing at me!"

"I'm…I’m…I’m laughing at Daddy," I lied, trying to stifle my giggles. For some reason the image in my head of a rocket ship painted in pastels suddenly switching to one painted like a giant brown and white rabbit, along with the idea of little lop-eared rabbits wearing space helmets and manning the controls, had popped the cork on my mirth and caused it to overflow like a bottle of shaken champagne.

"Daddy was being silly," Jeff assured him, trying to cover for me. Our son looked skeptically back and forth between the two of us.

"So," Jeff surmised, "the Easter Bunnies fly to our earth every year to hide the eggs and bring the baskets, and then fly back home in their rocket ship to where they live."

"Uh-huh."

"Wow. I never knew that."

"Me, either," I said.

"Mommy, stop laughing," my son said. "It's not funny, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed, "It's absolutely not funny."

No, sirree. There's nothing funny about 25 space rabbits hiding eggs in suburban lawns across the country. I must learn to show more respect to people who figure stuff out that I have always been too dumb to figure out on my own.



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Comments

[renewedme.livejournal.com]

LOL That is truly from the mind of a 4 year old!

I can't wait to hear these crazy stories from Isaac.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

I can only assume he heard an older kid say there is "no Easter Bunny on this earth," and my son jumped to the conclusion that they must therefore be from space.

You can't beat 4 year olds when it comes to sheer entertainment value. :)

[noblwish.livejournal.com]

You're lucky the Easter Bunny actually made it to your place. Ours had to reschedule due to wet grass and an otherwise busy schedule. He's expected to make up for it tonight at Unca Wade's place. Hope he doesn't miss his flight home!

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Oh, they're bunnies. I'm sure they'll find a way to amuse themselves in the rocket ship until your bunny gets back. You know how bunnies are, and what they like to do best (besides hiding eggs).

Of course, next year there will be a lot more than 25 Easter bunnies to deal with...

[jenandbronze.livejournal.com]

I abolsutely love the conversations you have with your son! *grin*

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

When he's not biting other kids and giving his teachers a hard time, he's a lot of fun. :)