DYLANism: the Truth about Easter ~ Busted
~~ here is an oldie but goodie that I saw in my Reader yesterday as I reread this year’s Easter Post. This post from 3 years ago was an intro for things to come…..
4/7/2015
Easter morning went off without a hitch this year. Through a series of poor communication, that my family is getting famous for, our girls ended up with four Easter baskets each. [same this year in 2018 ugh…something has to change!!] We have enough Easter candy in our home to fill a small Dollar General!
Daddy! Whah do you mmmmean I have too much cammmdie. Dis isn’t mumpch at all!
We had Easter dinner. Ate our fill and beyond. Then clean up was left to moi, a.k.a. the Easter bunny.
So while I was cleaning up Dylan decided to go back to our computer and play with her adopted-pet stuffed-dog-thingy that she got for Christmas. You adopt your stuffed toy, give it a name, and then log on the computer to find out all about it; history birthday, favorite foods and such.
She came out of my office and confronted me about 3 minute later. She walks up into my face and firmly states, “I know who the Easter bunny is!”
Before I could get out a word she says, “its YOU isn’t it? I know it is.”
Me: “ahhhh…”
Dylan: “the receipt from the Target store is laying on top of the desk and at the top of it is everything that was in my Easter basket….”
Me: “ahhh….”
Dylan: “See? Ring pop. Peeps. Peeps. Chocolate Bunny. Sweet Tarts. Jelly Beans. Its YOU! I know its you, isn’t it?”
Me: “ahhh… Mommy and I bought you some stuff we thought we knew you would like to get you an extra basket cause you and Skylar have been so good this year.”
Dylan: “I knew it. I knew it…”
Seven years old! She is so going to be out smarting me when she becomes a teenager.
…or before. I am so in trouble!
I guess we will have to have a plan for Christmas. Pay in cash? Not very likely for this Santa Clause.
Easter Bunny’s credit slip
OUR LIFE IN 3D 