
I ran across this picture of two chocolate Easter bunnies and had to laugh because of the memories it evokes! Grab some chocolate from your Easter basket and read on...
When our daughters were little, the day before Easter we would fill up their baskets with candy and various offerings. Brad and I would then proceed to creatively hide their baskets.
Like the year I unscrewed the grill to the cold air return vent, placed the basket safely inside and returned the grill to hide the treasure. Come to think of it, that was the same year that Brad lifted the lid of our large upright piano and placed a basket down inside on the harp and strings-securely out of sight. OK, so maybe we did go a little overboard on "creative" hiding places. Then, with great fanfare, we would begin the official "Easter Egg and Basket Hunt". After all baskets and treats had been recovered (obviously, at times, with much parental assistance), the girls would sit down to survey their loot.
This was in the day when the centerpiece of each basket was a large chocolate Easter bunny. One particular year, my husband decided to play upon their sympathies. With each bite of Easter bunny that was taken, he began whining and crying (in Easter bunny fashion) how much it hurt! One child would take a bite of the ear and you would hear "Owwwweeee, there goes my ear", or "Ooooooh...THAT hurts!!". It took about two seconds flat for the girls to decide this personification of the Easter bunny was the last straw. They vowed never again to touch a chocolate Easter bunny. And... sadly, they have kept their promise.
I'm sure this chocolate Easter bunny infraction is one of the many cases against us in their "Personal Injury File". I'm sure it will make interesting fodder during therapy one day.
Just in case you need it... here is proof that our children weren't TOTALLY traumatized in their youth. See.. they have smiles on their faces. Come to think of it though... these pictures were taken BEFORE the unforgivable personification of the Easter bunny drama. Hmmmmm.
Erin, Pre-Bunny Trauma, Easter 1990

Megan, Pre-Bunny Trauma, Easter 1990

Ashley, Pre-Bunny Trauma, Easter 1990

Easter 2007, Post Bunny Trauma
Megan (second born) is seated. Standing L to R is our Son-in-love, Micah, eldest daughter Erin and Josh (Megan's boyfriend)
Please note that the girls did grow up to lead normal, productive lives and, yes indeed, are still smiling. And, contrary to what Ashley's absence in this photo might indicate, our youngest is still alive and well, currently living in Pennsylvania. She and husband, Casey, are preparing to celebrate their first Anniversary of wedded bliss.
Oh yes, let me make something perfectly clear. Some traditions die hard. I found out in no uncertain terms that our middle daughter, at 23 years of age, still enjoys having her own Easter basket. Last year I made the mistake of thinking we could have one large central Easter basket for all to enjoy. No go. She is most content with her VERY OWN, bunny-less Easter basket. Go figure.