The Easter Bunny is Creepy

Driving home last week, all three boys in the van, Caleb piped up:

Mom, kids at school say the Easter Bunny isn’t real.

Moment of panic set in.

Um, Caleb, look who you are sitting next to [for reference, that would be Eli], do you really think this is the time for this?

And then he turned my expectation of what was about to happen on it’s head as he earnestly as said,

I mean, it drives my crazy because I don’t believe them. It kind of bugs me that they do that, because I like how you think about it, Mom. As long as you believe in the idea, it will happen.

I smiled to myself and thought it all was well and good for now.

And then Noah, ever the skeptic, ever the straight shooter, piped up from the back row of the van...

I don’t know, Caleb... Santa Claus, I totally get that. Because he is like a man. But a giant bunny that walks on hind legs and can carry candy and sneaks in houses? That is just creepy and wrong.

I think it’s Santa wearing a bunny suit.

And you know? Works for me.

 Meanwhile Eli? The reason the whole conversation stressed me out? He was too busy singing "Thriller" and planning how to steal his brother's candy to notice. Afterall, as long as candy shows up, he doesn't care. And Michael Jackson dressed up as a zombie is way stranger than any walking, candy-toting rabbit.