We went to visit the Easter Bunny the other day to try to get our annual picture. I should have known.........it wasn't going to be pretty. I tried to lay the ground work with Peter ahead of time. I showed him our old pictures, I talked up the bunny, and I even told him he could sit on my lap and I would sit next to the bunny if it would make him feel better. Like any good man, he nodded his compliance and told me what I wanted to hear (with his own intentions firmly planted in his mind). As soon as we approached the Easter Bunny, really as soon as he figured out we were even moving in the bunny's general direction, Peter stopped dead in his tracks. He shook his head, yelled out, "No, No!" and ran away. Lizzy, in true Lizzy fashion, walked right up to the Easter Bunny, high-fived him, hugged him, began sharing how much she admired his colorful eggs, and sat right down. Try as we might, I could not convince Peter to come within fifty yards of the guy. It began to feel a little ridiculous, and possibly psychologically scarring, to force the issue, so I gave it up. This year, we have a cute picture of a smiling Lizzy next to the bunny. If only the camera could have caught a trembling Peter, firmly planted a safe distance away, we would have gotten the whole Easter Bunny Story- a Tale of Two Bunnies: Friendly and Frightening.
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