Let me tell you about our trip to the Easter bunny. I went to one of the nicest malls in Nashville, thinking that surely the bunny would not be scary. Well he was. He looked like he was straight out of Alice in Wonderland. Big pink cheeks. Disproportionate head. Body of a skinny 20-year-old college student.
But Elias never cries, right?
And he likes everyone, right?
Well, normally. Unless the person… err… bunny looks like the one I have described above. Compounded by the fact that he did not have a nap yesterday morning. It was ugly.
It started out fine. I set Elias on the bunny’s lap and the photographer said I could take a few pictures (God bless her), so I got some cute ones of him smiling.
He was patting the bunny’s paw, pulling at his vest, so I thought, gosh, maybe he would like to see the bunny (thinking I could get a picture like this Santa one). So I turned him toward the bunny. UMMMMM. He started WAILING. I mean, full out cry, big crocodile tears. So what did I to? Asked the woman to please take the picture and then paid the $16 so I could have my own.
He still looks a little like, okay mom, I am soooo over this. He fell asleep as soon as we left the mall.
Next year we are finding a different bunny. And I am thinking about writing the mall and asking them to consider finding a bunny with a different suit. There is no reason that the Easter bunny has to be so scary.