This morning I dropped off Franny at her dad’s for the weekend. Her dad doesn’t observe Easter and she was concerned that the Easter Bunny would pass her by. Despite her father, being the child-centered fellow that he is, telling her early on that neither Santa, the Easter Bunny, nor the Tooth Fairy exists, she continues to “believe”–at least at my house.
Her stepbrother, Kevin, is also returning to his mother today. Kevin’s mom does observe Easter, but Kevin is hoping for a double-header.
So I suggested he and Franny craft a letter to the Easter Bunny requesting that he/she deliver baskets to be opened upon their return. I have found that a polite reminder is also effective when the Tooth Fairy forgets to leave money under the pillow.
The kids penned a note asking for candy, Pokemon cards, and stuffed animals, and left it by the Easter Bunny centerpiece they had arranged on the breakfast room table.
“What kind of stuffed animal do you want?” I asked Franny. “In case the Easter Bunny wants to know?”
She shot me a I’m-onto-you-but-I-don’t-want-to-spoil-the-magic look.
“Any kind,” she said with a grin.
I’ll be keeping that in mind now as I hop on over to Target.