With Easter morning very nearly upon us, I knew that Miles would have a thousand thoughts barreling through his head last night. In an effort to run interference between Miles and Audrey (and, frankly, the rest of the house), I slept next to him on an air mattress in Audrey’s room. Sure enough, he woke up several times to ask questions, most of which pertained to the present whereabouts of the Easter Bunny. But there was one question that I particularly enjoyed.
“Daddy,” Miles said in a voice that was not a whisper. After I demanded he lower his voice, he said, “Daddy…the Easter Bunny was a suit. With a guy in it.”
“Is that right?” I asked. “I hadn’t noticed…”
“Yeah,” he said. “Who was that guy?”
With literally no idea how to respond to this, especially not at 3:30 in the morning, I just said, “I don’t know buddy, but I think you better get back to sleep or the Easter Bunny won’t come.”
Whatever concerns and considerations had been on his mind during the night were gone by 7:00, when Miles and Audrey woke up absolutely itching to get out to the kitchen and see what the Easter Bunny had left for them. What happened next perfectly illustrated the differences between these two kids, as Audrey slowly unpacked her Easter basket, looking carefully at everything within, and Miles tore ass through the goodies, rifling through everything in under a minute.
Considering the Easters of years’ past, Miles was very curious where the Easter Bunny had hidden eggs this year. Fortunately, George — I mean THE EASTER BUNNY — took care of stashing eggs all across the backyard.
It wasn’t long after the egg hunt that we had to get the car packed up and head back home. Miles was a bit stubborn, not offering hugs or “goodbyes,” which of course meant that as soon as he was in the car and we were pulling away, he began crying. But it wasn’t theatrics — he was legitimately wailing, saying, “I miss Audrey!” and asking to go back to her house. No better indicator of a successful weekend than a child unwilling to return to normalcy!