Well, the second installment of holiday guffaws starring none other than my son…again! He apparently doesn’t do holidays so well.
So about a year and a half ago on Easter Sunday my son made his way downstairs when awoke and plopped himself on the couch. In walking down the stairs from his room he must have passed at least 3 small chocolate Easter Eggs that were left by the Easter Bunny, and he hadn’t noticed. However, he did remember there were hockey games on the night before and he flipped on one of the sports channels to see the highlights and scores.
As he was sitting there I turned to him and said “Hey, what day is today?”
“Um, Easter Sunday?”, he answered with a little uncertainty.
“And what happens on Easter Sunday?”
“We go to Granny’s for dinner?”, again with some uncertainty.
“Yes, but what else happens on Easter Sunday?”
He sat there for a little while and pondered the question for a while and then answered, with great confidence, “I know. Jesus rose from the dead”
Now, I couldn’t fault him in this answer because he was technically right. So I said “Yes that bit is also right. However, that’s not what I was getting at. Who comes on Easter Sunday?”
I would be lying if I said he answered right away, but to be honest it took the better part of a minute before he muttered to me “The Easter Bunny comes on Easter”
“Yes the Easter Bunny comes and does what?”
At that moment another synapse connected and he exclaimed “Oh man, I have chocolate eggs to find”
And he ran off on his little hunt while I sat there wondering once again how my offspring mind works.