I think that I was ten before I found out that there was a segment of the population that believed in an Easter Bunny. We never had an Easter Bunny in our house; my mother strongly believed that Christmas had been harmed through commericialization, and she was not going to allow "them" to ruin Easter, too.
I have been inconsistent with my own decision on the Easter Bunny. It's fun to have the girls look forward to the holiday, but they do not realize that there is more behind Easter than the hope of a chocolate bunny in their basket. Should I follow in my Mom's footsteps or have an Easter Bunny?
This year we have had an Easter Bunny. I must admit, I used it to encourage Macey in her long-suffering potty training. If she would just do better, I bet that the Easter Bunny would bring her a Tinkerbell dress!
Yesterday it all came back to haunt me. We were taking the girls to go see the Easter Bunny on Good Friday. Not the best of ideas. The line was very long, and I was hungry. Standing in line forever was not what I wanted to do.
"Girls," I said, "The line is really long. Maybe we should just come back later."
Emma panicked. "No!" she cried! "If we do not see the Easter Bunny we will not get anything for Easter!" I was trapped, and I had only myself to blame.