So Tony’s fear of Santa has been well documented here. But for some reason, for every ounce of fear and loathing he has for Santa Claus, he LOVES the Easter Bunny that much more. It’s bizarre. Because, personally, I find the vacant eyes and bulbous head of the Easter Bunny ENTIRELY more frightening.
Tony voluntarily goes to see the Easter Bunny. He reminds us, even, because we kind of hate going to see him. But Tony looks forward to it, and relishes the trip. Tonight, he reminded us that “Saturday night is when the eggs come out and hide themselves” and oh, hey, TIME FOR MY TRIP TO SEE THE EASTER BUNNY.
He was pissed at me because I made him put on nicer clothes. He hates anything button up and he had been wearing a Darth Vader shirt (his second this week as a matter of fact) and he thought THAT would be the shirt ole EB would want to see. But if I’m paying $35 for two minutes on the lap of a plushy and a CD, you’d better be sporting a collar on that shirt.
As we were driving home, I asked how the trip was. “The Easter Bunny .. was kind of different,” he said. I asked what he meant, because really? It was a giant bunny. “His face was different,” he said. “And his ears.”
I smiled that smug little parental smile we all have as I thought, Oh, he’s growing up and he’s seeing the costume for what it is. How bittersweet.
For no reason other than curiosity, I found last year’s picture. And I’ll be damned. It was A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT RABBIT.
(And to further screw with your head – he’s wearing JACK’S shirt in that picture)
HOW IN THE HELL DID HE REMEMBER THAT?!