Hoppin’ Down the Bunny Trail

My kids and I have been trekking through the end-caps filled with chocolate, plastic grass and trinkets since before Valentine’s day. Each week, we review that we are not buying any candy or anything else since it’s not Easter yet.

Have you noticed that Easter hasn’t happened yet? Easter is a holiday ¬†with a varying date based on the phases of the moon, so it can be as early as late March and as late as, well, late April, like it is this year.

Now that we’re only two weeks out, I’ve started to contemplate my role as the Easter bunny. Sissy’s already determined that the Tooth Fairy is ridiculous. I’m putting the Bunny in the same category. My kids are aware of the bunny, and I suppose he gets credit for the fun baskets and the egg hunt on Easter morning, but we don’t overdo it. The Easter Bunny doesn’t have the same authority as Santa, that’s for sure.

In looking for some history on the Easter Bunny, it appears that it’s been around since before Easter. Early Christians merged the pagan fertility festivals (in which the bunny played a huge role). Somewhere along the line, the Bunny got charged with delivering eggs. German children came up with the idea of building nests, and then eggs got dropped in there on Easter Eve.

American consumerism got hold of the idea, and the Easter machine was born. Candy, baskets, plastic grass, greeting cards, finger tip towels, egg plates, and every type of imaginable basket is now for sale by every major box store in the country.

Do you remember ever believing in the Easter bunny? I mean, Santa is a magical human, at least. But the Bunny? Any “bunny helpers” are clearly humans in a bunny suit. Real bunnies couldn’t possibly hold baskets, and why are they delivering eggs, candy, and toys, anyway? While I’m asking questions, how does the Easter Bunny get into houses? Now that I think about it, it’s more of stretch than Santa and the Tooth Fairy put together.

Do you play the Easter Bunny at your house? Do your kids ask questions? How old were they when they figured out there’s no way this could be for real?

6 replies on “Hoppin’ Down the Bunny Trail”

So, I’m Jewish, and the whole Easter Bunny/Santa Claus thing was never really a thing for me, except for the part where my parents expressly forbade me from ever discussing SC or the EB at school or with my friends. I thought it was because Jewish kids would get in trouble if they talked about it, but it was really so I didn’t spill the (jelly)beans to my classmates.

When she was four-years-old, we took MiniB to take a picture with the Easter Bunny. She took one look at him, turned to me with a very confused expression and asked “Why is that a man in a costume?” It was pretty awesome. We went with the Easter Bunny helper explanation and I don’t think she bought it. However, she does still believe that there is a real Easter Bunny that brings her stuff on Easter, even though she knows that some of the candy comes from me. I think she is happy letting those two ideas exist in her mind without exploring the possible inconsistencies. Chocolate is probably a factor in this.

Ugh, the Easter Bunny. I don’t even know if he’s supposed to be a real rabbit or a guy in a suit. There was a huge rabbit hanging out in our yard the other day and I suggested to my daughter that he was the Easter Bunny checking up on the house and she rolled her eyes and gave me one of those “Mom, you’re totally embarrassing me” sighs. She’s six. I know she firmly believes in Santa, but I think she’s faking her belief in the Easter Bunny in order to satisfy her love of cheap waxy chocolate.

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