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…..
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!
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.”
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….”
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.