"You sit on a throne of lies" Mom!

I'm still sitting on the same throne - different representative.

A few days before Easter, Lucy explained that she would like a baby for an Easter gift and that I should make that happen. Well, if ever there was an Easter miracle - giving her a baby brother or sister would certainly fit that bill. I suggested that playing with Maggie was enough, and she concurred, "Yeah mom, Maggie IS SO cute!" I know.

The very next day, Lucy says, "The Easter Bunny is bringing me a black Webkinz." Well, at least she's downgraded from the whole baby gig. But I'd already gone shopping.

In my head: "Uh, no, he's bringing you a Pet Shop Play land thingy."
Out loud: "Really, and when did you see the Easter Bunny to make such a request?"

"Oh, I didn't see the Easter Bunny, Mom. I PRAYED to the Easter Bunny."

Oh God. Literally.

So, then Lucy goes on to explain that Santa and Jesus and the Easter Bunny are all in the same boat. What have I done to this poor little girl? Effn society and all your children's stories to win their interest on Holy Days and lure them into the hour and a half church services. This is great. Just great.

I finally got over all that and just chalked it up to the fact that she's going with what we've traditionally done on each holiday. I mean, don't get mad at your kid because she's praying to Easter Bunnies if you hide the eggs and magically make the darned Easter baskets appear with candy and toys. Right?

We went to Gramma and Bean-Bean's for a family gathering.The kids are getting older now, and the family is all playing and having fun and staying up late. Ricardo and I realized that we wouldn't be able to wait until they fell asleep to get the Easter Bunny-ness out before we went to bed. So we snuck into Gramma's room to put the Easter Baskets together. We told all of the adults in the house what we were doing so they could help keep the lock down on our attempt to prevaricate to own children, but whatever. I'm not going to be the one to tell them the jig is up, they'll have to tell me. Amazingly, Lucy busted right into the room - BUSTED US! The jig is up - we're the Easter Bunny. She saw us, saw what we were doing, each of the three of us had a plastic egg and was stuffing it. Baskets were out. Chocolate everywhere. And she says, "Oooooookay." And shut the door. I figured the jig was up.

"I guess we'll be having that long awaited talk about the Easter Bunny and Santa and probably the Tooth Fairy on the way home tomorrow."

"Yep"

And we continued the lies and deceit. When we finished, we had to leave the web of lies in Gramma's room. And the plan was to get up early, and put it out before they woke up. But then, all of us are stupid, because the kids woke up early only to discover that the Easter Bunny had not made it yet. Uh, yeah, well, when you go to bed after we do, and you wake up before we do, the Easter Bunny cannot stumble out before her coffee and set everything out, okay!? Jeesh.

So, we managed to get the baskets in our room and yell at the kids, "Hey, I think the Easter Bunny was confused because your dress is hanging on our door, and he left your baskets in here."

They both came bounding in and before they spotted the baskets, Lucy corrected me, "MOM! The Easter Bunny is a SHE!"

"So, you prayed to HER?"

"Yes. Hey look, a Pet Shop Playland! YAY!"

Oh, I am loving this whole Easter Bunny gig. And she still believes. For sure. We're good.

That's how I roll.