Tell her it was a mob hit. They run all the chicken coops in this here part of town... and they didn't like The Bunny takin' away their profits by givin' out free eggs to everyone...<br><br>
Tell her before she has a chance to eat them. No tellin' how it might affect her, knowin' she was an unwitting conspirator in his demise...
My mom used to leave a trail of jelly beans from my bed to the easter basket. I'd wake up in the morning & munch on the jelly beans the "easter bunny" had left on my way to the basket.<br>
The year I was 10, she left little clumps of raisins here and there along the jelly bean trail. I totally didn't get it and was like, "What's with the raisins, mom?" as I shoveled them into my mouth.<br>
She is an evil woman.
We usually get the kids in the car and then one of us goes back in the house and puts their baskets out on the table. I'd rather not get them hopped up on sugar before taking them to church. We don't hide eggs because the dogs will eat them. Plus they have an Easter egg hunt at day care so the kids will bring their eggs home and take turns hiding them by themselves (DD is 11 and DS is 4). And yes, DD still believes in Santa as well.
I was just talking about this yesterday. My best Easter ever was 35 years ago when we were visiting my Grandma in the city that I am now living. The Easter Bunny left a full carrot with the green top and all, on the stairs in my Grandma's house and I felt that I had been "this close" to actually seeing him as he had dropped something behind in his rush to get out. I found out that December that there was no Santa and I remember wailing to my mom, "does that mean there is no Easter Bunny too?" I was more devastated about the Easter Bunny than Santa.