Yesterday, after dying Easter eggs and discussing egg hunt details, Jill revealed that she didn't really believe in the Easter bunny anymore. I figured this much, as she long ago told me the tooth fairy must be the mom and dads. Fairies don't exist, afterall. I figured she was really just playing along with the whole Easter bunny thing, so I wasn't shocked when she told me her theory that the Easter bunny was not real.
"You know, I don't think there really is an Easter bunny," she said matter-of-factly.
I answered her with a question, testing exactly how much she knew. "Well then, if there is no Easter bunny, who do you think delivers the Easter baskets?"
She thought for a minute. "It's just someone dressed up like a bunny."
At that point, I knew the gig was up. She was on to us. "Okay, Jill, so who do you think it is dressed up like a bunny?"
Her eyes lit up. "SANTA CLAUS!"
Oh. Yes. Obviously. I mean, the Christmas rush has long since passed, so he has some down time.