Hippity hoppity, Easter's on its way
In my little parenting world, seeing the Easter bunny is a rite of spring. I see peeps on the shelves and I know it's time to see the big white bunny at the mall. Scared children? No worries. That which does not kill them...
We set off for the mall this morning, bright and early, to have our audience with his rabbitness. I was fully prepared to fork over my $15 for a photo, because then I would be allowed to take my own pictures as well. If there's one thing I have learned in the last three years, it's that there is no price too large for the entertainment of my readers.
Jack had a headstart with Grandma as I had to stop to return something first. When I finally got to the rabbit hutch (OK, it was an oversize wicker chair) Jack was almost jumping out of his skin with excitement. Emmie took one look at where I was taking her and started trying to jump over my shoulder.
Oh but this is a rite of passage, my dear girl. You will get a picture with the Easter bunny.
Jack posed nicely and smiled, Emmie tried valiantly to slither out of the bunny's arms and off his lap. Then she just wailed and covered her face with her hands. She couldn't stand to look.
No amount of cajoling could cheer her up while she was in the rabbit's death grip, so we ended the visit and went on our merry ways. Emmie will need therapy for a fear of furry mascots when she's an adult, but we'll deal with that later. At least I know she won't grow up to indulge in one of those weird furry fetishes that I read about a few years ago in Vanity Fair. I am still scarred from that piece myself.
As I was assuming the position for the mall employee to bend me over (see: price increase this year to $19.99 for the cheapest photo) I asked if we had to buy the picture. You know, just for giggles. The poor little college girl, obviously a photography major working on some artistic animal/human still life shots for her portfolio, looked at me blankly and said, "No?" (Emphasis on the question mark, because she was an up-talker.)
I smiled and thanked her as I ran away as quickly as possible, lest she change her mind. Thank you oh gods of Snickers eggs and malted milk robin's eggs, someone is looking out for me in these times of economic crisis.
Jack looks for a way to get some candy without Emmie ruining it all.
We set off for the mall this morning, bright and early, to have our audience with his rabbitness. I was fully prepared to fork over my $15 for a photo, because then I would be allowed to take my own pictures as well. If there's one thing I have learned in the last three years, it's that there is no price too large for the entertainment of my readers.
Jack had a headstart with Grandma as I had to stop to return something first. When I finally got to the rabbit hutch (OK, it was an oversize wicker chair) Jack was almost jumping out of his skin with excitement. Emmie took one look at where I was taking her and started trying to jump over my shoulder.
Oh but this is a rite of passage, my dear girl. You will get a picture with the Easter bunny.
Jack posed nicely and smiled, Emmie tried valiantly to slither out of the bunny's arms and off his lap. Then she just wailed and covered her face with her hands. She couldn't stand to look.
No amount of cajoling could cheer her up while she was in the rabbit's death grip, so we ended the visit and went on our merry ways. Emmie will need therapy for a fear of furry mascots when she's an adult, but we'll deal with that later. At least I know she won't grow up to indulge in one of those weird furry fetishes that I read about a few years ago in Vanity Fair. I am still scarred from that piece myself.
As I was assuming the position for the mall employee to bend me over (see: price increase this year to $19.99 for the cheapest photo) I asked if we had to buy the picture. You know, just for giggles. The poor little college girl, obviously a photography major working on some artistic animal/human still life shots for her portfolio, looked at me blankly and said, "No?" (Emphasis on the question mark, because she was an up-talker.)
I smiled and thanked her as I ran away as quickly as possible, lest she change her mind. Thank you oh gods of Snickers eggs and malted milk robin's eggs, someone is looking out for me in these times of economic crisis.
Jack looks for a way to get some candy without Emmie ruining it all.
posted by Amy at
8:21 PM
5 Comments:
Seriously, put X-man in place of Jack and Buttercup in place of Emmie...and Santa in place of the bunny and you have our first picture with Santa! This is precisely why we aren't doing Easter Bunny pics this year...
Emmie's face is actually pinker than the bunny backdrop. Amazing!
you should frame this one. I just love little Jack's face. So adorable!
How funny! Clowns, Easter Bunnies, Santa Clause--all these things are supposedly for the kids, but I know mine are afraid of them. My five year old is finally getting to the point that he is merely cautious instead of terrified.
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Oh my!! That is quite the pic!! LOL
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