I am all about a cute (maybe slightly over-sized) bunny hopping into our family room, hiding some eggs, and leaving behind a few gifts. That I can get on-board with. The giant, creepy, obviously-not-real Easter bunny at the mall? That I can't get behind.
And so, for the last two years, we've skipped the trauma I know would be associated with forcing Jackson to sit on its lap. Maybe someday... you know, if Jackson asks to visit the Easter bunny, maybe then we'll do it.
But until then, we'll just color eggs, eat candy, and celebrate the real reason for the season.
Happy, happy Easter!
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