So we are off to meet the Easter Bunny. Given they don't like humans in general, I doubt they'll like a human dressed as a rabbit. I imagine their reaction will be similar to coming face-to-face with Charles Manson. Which is always fun in a crowded place. I only feel the need to torture them in this manner because of all the grief I received for not making them go see Santa at Christmas time so we could all look at a picture years from now of two traumatized toddlers sitting on most likely a raging alcoholic's lap. Wish me luck.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
One Year Ago
This was last Easter. Thanks in advance for not reiterating how ugly their outfits are. My mother and sister were kind enough to fill me in. I don't really remember this period of my life but I imagine I was thinking, "How very different I am! I will not dress them in pastels like every other mom out there! How cool am I???" Not very.