After several days of badgering, I finally admitted to ONE that this was not the real Easter Bunny. Just a person in a rabbit costume.

I tried. I really tried to keep up the charade. But that kid is so damn persistent. As I type this, he’s bombarding me with questions about when he can go to high school and why flamingos stand on one leg. A person can only handle so much before they break.

ONE: Is the Easter Bunny real?

ME: (evasively) What do you mean?

ONE: I mean … IS HE REAL? 

ME: (evasively) You saw him at the mall, didn’t you?

ONE: That bunny didn’t talk. Was he really the Easter Bunny? Yes? Or no? 

ME: I’m so tired. No. No, that was not the real Easter Bunny. 

ONE: Is the Easter Bunny real?

ME: NO. Okay? NO. He’s make-believe. Now … eat your lunch. And try to enjoy the rest of your childhood.