Pagan rituals

This day started much like other American households- a small child squealing over an Easter basket with toys and candy (and a stern lecture following a, "but I wanted a big basket" comment), hands and face quickly muddied with melting chocolate, silly putty flying about the room (not like good old days when took prints of the funnies).

Later a nice ham and turkey feast with good friends, followed by the requisite egg hunt- or in this case, two egg hunts, 1st hiding and finding in the backyard, repeated in the front.

Tonight, after much coaxing to eat some more 'real' food (since was only able to get my son to down some ham at lunch), my son sat down to go through his egg booty (rejecting a full half- "you can have these, mama, I don't like these so much"). He, sated after just a couple jelly beans, joined me on the couch. I had thought I would make an attempt at being 'progressive parent', the one that dispells the myths on Santa, Easter Bunny, and their ilk. He told me he had a great day, and I said I was glad- and added, conspiratorily, "You know, mama and daddy are really the Easter Bunny".

He looked at me, and said, "Well, you guys don't have a tail."

I agreed, this was true.

"And you don't have big ears. And you're not rabbits- and the Easter Bunny has to be a rabbit."

I agreed again, sensing that my attempt was just going to be just that.

"You guys aren't the Easter Bunny, you're my mama and daddy!" (cue compulsive giggling).

Looks like Santa's staying around this year.

Comments

[Jeff]

Pagan Rituals aside, let him have his childhood! Plenty of time on the road ahead to let him know life isn't all candy, presents and benign traditions.