Last night as we were driving to dinner, Harley piped up.
“Hey Dad. Wouldn’t it be cool if when I grow up I put a sign in my yard that says ‘come rub the Easter Bunny’s ears?’ Then I could dress up as a giant Easter Bunny and let all the kids in the neighborhood come pet me!”
“Well, someone would probably call the police if you did that.”
“Because it’s creepy for a grown man to ask people to come pet him.”
“No! It would be for the kids! I’d be dressed as the Easter Bunny!”
I was overcome by uncontrollable giggles at the thought of my grown son dressed as a giant, egg-laying rabbit, leaving PJ to redirect Harley towards more appropriate ideas for spreading Easter cheer.