The Easter Bunny

The jig is up...on the Easter Bunny, that is. Avery informed me two nights ago that the Easter Bunny isn't real. The conversation went something like this:

Me, responding to something she was begging for: Well, maybe the Easter Bunny will bring it to you. Easter is next weekend.

Avery: Mom, I know the Easter Bunny is you.

Me: What? Why would you say that?

Avery: Because I think it is. Isn't it?

Me: Did someone tell you that?

Avery: No. I figured it out myself. They don't make bunnies that big. It would have to be a guy in a big bunny suit. Plus, it doesn't even make sense. Santa comes down the chimney because he's magic. How is a bunny going to come down our chimney? Bunnies aren't magic. That doesn't make any sense at all. I just think it can't be real.

Me, totally relieved that she still believes in Santa: Uh, well, you are right. I think what happened is, people saw how much little kids like Santa Claus, so they wanted to do something else. And, since bunnies are around in the springtime and Easter is a springtime holiday, they just created a bunny to bring kids fun stuff and hide their eggs. But you're right. It's just Mom and Dad.

Avery: Yeah, that's why we get a whole bunch of stuff from Santa, but just a little bit from the Easter Bunny.

Me: Sure. It would be very hard to do what Santa does.

Avery: Yeah. Plus, Santa lives at the North Pole. Where does the Easter Bunny even live?

Me: Hmmm...good point.

Avery: See? Told you it didn't make any sense.

Me: You have to promise not to say anything to the little ones. They are still very excited about the bunny. But between you and me, Easter is really only about Jesus. The other stuff is just for little kids.

Avery: Well, at least Santa is real.

Me, sadly inside my head: Yeah. At least we still have Santa.