News Flash!

The easter bunny is my mother!

After searching high and low for chocolate eggs the six year old was satisfied he found them all. During breakfast he sat scrutinizing a gift tag on a stuffed toy.

“It looks like Oma’s printing on the card!” he said.

“Wait, do you know what you’re saying?” I asked.

“Yeah, my grandmother is the easter bunny” he said confidently.

“Really, how would she do that?” I asked.

“She would wear a bunny suit and hide all the—” he stopped himself short. “No it couldn’t be Oma” he added.

“Because she lives far away and wouldn’t hide eggs in our house in the middle of the night? Or because she’s 75 years old and wouldn’t wear a bunny costume?” I asked, a tad sarcastically.

“No because Oma could never jump high enough to hide those eggs”.

Seems logical.

I just have this picture of a 75 year old easter bunny saying in a Darth Vader voice, “Look I am your grandmother!”