I’m talking to Donovan about the various Easter Egg hunts that we will be attending this year when he says,

“Right but where’s the big one?”

I’m thinking, spoiled much?  The glow in the dark one isn’t good enough, the church playground one not large enough?  I never got to attend more then one hunt in my life and was lucky if at the one I did I was able to garner more then three eggs. Definitely spoiled and as I started to go into my tirade about spoiled children he raised his hand which is his polite way of interrupting.

“No, no, no, the one that the Easter Bunny has very year, where’s that?”

Seriously dude.  You’re six.  I find it nearly impossible that I have explained where babies come from, you have just attended your first funeral and learned about death and yet you still believe that somewhere out there is a man-sized bunny, probably pink and hiding Easter eggs in some green hilly pasture?  Really?  I don’t even know how that’s possible.  I’m about to tell him the whole unadulterated truth, I mean he knows how to make babies for goodness sake, and as I open my mouth this is what pops out,

“There’s really no BIG Easter egg hunt; the Easter bunny is more like a distributor of eggs to various factions so then they can put on their own local hunts.”

Seriously did I just say that?  The Easter bunny sounds like a beer distributor spreading his goodies from watering hole to watering hole rather than the waskily wittle wabbit he really is.

“You mean the Easter bunny got in touch with Riley so that he could put on a glow in the dark hunt?  Should I call him if I want to put on a hunt?  And why do they sell the eggs at Target?”

UUUHHHM………..  Because I said so?  To everything you asked.  Move along kid, we got eggs to hunt for.  I mean didn’t we just go through all this rigmarole with a little green man and a pot of gold?

They say that truth will set you free and one day I won’t have to carry this big fat man in a red suit, a giant pink bunny, a little green man with a pot of gold and an airy little fairy with wings any longer but until then I’ll be glad to bear the burden for the smallest little believer in our household, even if it does mean I have to tell a lie or six.