Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about the competing ideas that my husband and I have about the Easter Bunny, based on how the bunny hopped by in our childhoods. The rabbit did things differently at Jeff's house than he did at mine. Considering that Jeff and I are 10 years apart in age, this could either have to do with our parent's preferences or with the limited lifespan of rabbits in general. Regardless, the Easter Bunny made his way by our house yesterday morning, and despite a few inconsistencies in how Jeff and I explained the goings on, our 3-year-old son had no complaints.
( The Easter Bunny is not like Santa Clause . . . or is he? )