This morning, the wee ones raced downstairs to check to see what the Easter Bunny brought them. They found baskets filled with Star Wars books (our Easter Bunny is apparently a little non traditional) and bubbles and Lego toys and Yummy Tummy lollipops (no HFCS!).
They were thrilled. Absolutely thrilled. They couldn’t wait to show me what the Easter Bunny had brought them. They love the Easter Bunny. And to be honest, I love that they love the Easter Bunny.
My philosophy has always been that I only answer their questions… primarily with other questions about what they think. I don’t lie to them directly, but I don’t want them to lose their innocence too early. (Ok so too early in my mind might be something like 20 years old?)
Today was a close call.
While we were at my parents’ house this afternoon, I picked up the paper. The comics were on top, and I skimmed through them – always interested to see what new comics are being printed now that I don’t get the paper in print anymore and of course to see what my old favorites are up to.
And then I saw it. Comic after comic referred to issues parents had with regards to the Easter Bunny. Were the wee ones to see the comics, they would insist my dad read to them, as he does any Sunday we’re at their house.
Seriously? The comics aimed at young children unrepentantly destroy some of the beautiful innocence of childhood. I had to hide the comics. Today was not to be the day.
So of course, that’s when the wee one walked up and saw what I had in my hands. Ooooo, Grandpa! Grandpa! Read us the comics! they chanted.
My brain moved into high gear. What’s called for in this situation? Distraction.
Hey, my monkeys! Who thinks they can hide an Easter egg where I can’t find it? I asked in a gushy, overly enthusiastic tone.
They bought it. And that’s how their Lego Easter baskets now have only six eggs instead of the eight eggs that went to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
Happy Easter to all celebrating!