Today, I went to Target and amazingly only spent $10. This is mostly because I forgot one item on my two-item list, which I still can’t remember this evening. Hopefully it’s nothing life-or-death.
You know how Target is: go in for one thing, come out with 20. Actually, my life’s goal is to be rich enough to go into Target and buy whatever I want, whenever I want. Oh, and pay for colleges and retirements and all that stuff. (I had to put that in there in case Suze Orman is reading).
Anyway, they have these neat dollar bins, so I got this Easter hat for only $1! Of course, Little Girl was excited and she insisted the ribbon belonged on the front, as you see in the photo (also featuring an empty laundry basket because I amazingly put away all the laundry today! Yay for me. Conquering worlds over here).
My son saw it and said, “Target’s selling Easter stuff? They must be thinking about Christ!”
Um, yeah. Not quite. But I am not going to be the one to shoot an arrow through the very heart of his innocence (do you like my hyperbole?) and so I said nothing. Nothing! to correct him. Nothing about the commercialization of Easter and Christmas and all that. I swear, my son should have been named Linus, because not only did he have a blanket like Linus’s, I can imagine him giving speeches like the one Linus gave in A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS.
Then Little Girl said, “Why is there the Easter Bunny if Easter is about Christ?”
I tried to explain about pagan rituals and eggs and spring re-birth to the best of my foggy memory. “I can Google it!” I said…but luckily the two kids got into a discussion about the Easter Bunny Himself. They decided:
- He is as big as a man, because in Hawaii, my son said, he heard the bunny coming through the backyard with footsteps as big as a man. And then there were eggs that appeared in the living room!
- He poops jelly beans, as evidenced in the trailer to Hop.
Then my daughter pretended to be the Easter bunny and the rest of the heavy questioning was forgotten for good.