Leading up to the Bunny

On the days leading to Easter I kept pumping Steve up about the Easter Bunny coming in and leaving some presents and candy. I kept telling him the Easter Bunny would be coming soon and that he needed to be very patient and a very good boy so he wouldnt get anything questionable in his basket.

Apparently, Steves vision of the Easter Bunny isnt exactly like the one I have in my head or perhaps the vision 90 percent of American children have in theirs either. One day I asked which door he wanted to leave open, the front or the back.

His response - "Well, we should leave the side window open so that he can hop in here. Will he poop in the house?"

I almost died lauging, what kind of child thinks the Easter bunny is going to poop in the house?
A few days before Easter we were looking to find something Easter-ey to do and the Zoo, which is obviously my first choice for everything, was having an EggstravaganZoo!

Going to the Zoo for these types of celebrations I often wonder who is doing the marketing for this place, EggstravanganZoo? But that is neither here nor there...

They Zoo was having an Easter Egg hunt and all sorts of crazy Easter kid festivities.

Upon arriving we realized what terrible parents we were; we had come to an Easter Egg hunt without a basket. Lame. Fortunately, the Zoo has an overpriced gift shop, so I bought a giraffe bracelet and used the plastic bag for the Hunt. Problem solved and I get a sweet plastic bracelet.

Double awesome. Whilst purchasing said bracelet, I ran into a friend of Steve's who we know from the park, Olivia and her parents. She is probably the coolest little person ever, aside from Steve, of course.

We hung out with them and roamed around the zoo, looking at all the animals and talking. They had a little wagon thing that Steve and Olivia sat in and giggled together. It was adorable and awesome, to watch them interact and make each other laugh.

They also had a ton of little activities to do one of which ill be setting up in my back yard because its so fun. This fishing thing, catch and release, obviously and this plinko-type game. Steve won the plinko game and got to pick out a toy. There was a huge rack of toys; cars, trucks, swords etc. My son chooses a glow in the dark fairy wand...because he is comfortable in his manhood.

                     It was actually between the fairy wand and a purse, we pushed for the wand.

After all these grand activities and animals, we were all ready for the Hunt. I was ready to push some kids out of the way and claim the grand prize as my own. I figured I could blame anything on Steve if I really needed to, like;

Hey, that lady pushed me!

No, it was him!

I would then point to Steve and run.

None of that happened much to my dismay, because the egg hunt went as follows.

They poured out a bunch of empty plastic eggs in a small area, all in the same area, and the kids would gather a few, go dump them out into some boxes and get some lame candy.

                                                        No fighting, no pushing,

                                                              no thrill at all.

                               

                               At least we didn't pay any extra for the egg hunt.

We went home that night and dyed some Easter Eggs. This is really the first year that Steve knows and cares whats going on, Holiday-wise, so it was really exciting for all of us. We were already having so much Easter fun that I could barely wait until Easter myself, so that deserves a whole separate post.



Cheers.