Boo has made it quite clear. The Easter Bunny is not to set foot in our house. Treats be damned, she (yes, he decided it was a girl) best back off. And he’s not changing his mind. Earlier this week, one night before bed, I assured him I’d set EB straight and give her word. I even offered to write her a letter. The following morning (at 6:15 a.m. to be precise), I found myself sitting at a child-sized table with a 3-year-old, crayons, and paper, ready to take dictation. I started us off nicely with the greeting and then asked Boo what he wanted to say. It was short, but not at all sweet. Pretty sure she’ll get the point.