The Legend of the Easter Bunnies & The Spring Chickens...or reason #7 that my son may one day need therapy

There are highs and lows to having a smart child. One of the lows of raising my smart child came when he was four years old and wanted to know the background of the Easter Bunny. It was bedtime on Easter night and he was a little hyped up on too much sugar and chocolate. I was exhausted from hiding plastic eggs eleventy billion times and just a little loopy. That combination resulted in The Legend of the Easter Bunnies and the Spring Chickens. It went something like this:

Peppy: Mom how does the Easter Bunny get to everybody’s house in one night?
Me: There’s more than one Easter Bunny and they each hit a few houses.
Peppy: How many Easter Bunnies are there?
Me: Millions. Bunnies have lots of babies.
Peppy: Do the Easter Bunnies hide if you wake up during the night and catch them in your house?
Me: No. Do you know the chocolate bunnies they sell?
Peppy: Yes.
Me: Well if you wake up and catch one of the Easter Bunnies they turn into chocolate bunnies.
Preston: Really?
Me: Yes. That’s how they keep the Easter Bunny population under control.
Peppy: Where do the Easter Bunnies live?
Me: There’s a hole in the ground that leads to a huge cave. They live there.
Peppy: Do they live alone?
Me: No, the Spring Chickens live there too.
Peppy: Who are the Spring Chickens?
Me: You know the plastic eggs?
Peppy: Yep
Me: They lay the plastic eggs and the Easter Bunnies ship them out to all the stores.
Peppy: What keeps people from getting into the cave and turning all the Easter Bunnies into chocolate bunnies?
Me: They have a guard dog.
Peppy: What kind of guard dog?
Me: A chocolate lab.
Peppy: What’s the dog’s name?
Me: Hershey
Peppy: Mom, how do you know all this stuff?
Me: A fairy told me. Now, please go to sleep.

Hope everyone had a wonderful Easter!