Talk to the Hand, EB
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.