When the entire mall stops to try and find the location of a screaming child, you know we have just been there visiting the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus. I try to imagine what these two magical figures must look like through the eyes of a two or three year old. Our boys were somewhat apprehensive of Santa and Mr. Cottontail but Lauren has taken it to a whole new level. It's almost like a conditioned response at this point. If she knows we're going to stand in the line of doom, waiting to hurl her onto the lap of the arch nemesis, she begins to give us a death grip not humanly possible and clings to us from limb to limb. We really hoped that this year, seeing how she just turned three, would be the turning point. Visions of all four little ones running to the Easter Bunny and giving him a hug were quickly squashed as soon as she caught a glimpse of him.
Yes - another year of meet and greet with the Bunny himself has passed. Here's to hoping that eight months from now things can only get better when we see the big man in red.
Yes - another year of meet and greet with the Bunny himself has passed. Here's to hoping that eight months from now things can only get better when we see the big man in red.
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