"That Easter Bunny sure is messy!"
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Yesterday, while I was off ferrying OmegaDotter to a birthday party–the very first birthday party she’s been to where the parent of the b-day girl told me, “Go. She’s fine. Go and have fun!”–OmegaDad was having a terrible time locating makings for an Easter basket. He confided in me today that it was hard finding anything that wasn’t “party pack” size.
So, while I was worrying about the dotter–would she be okay there by herself? Would it be okay that she only knew the birthday girl? Would she drop the bowling ball on her foot?–OmegaDad was building the basket. (You’ll be happy to know that the dotter did just fine, loved the kiddie bowling, ate pizza, cake, and soda pop, played games, and had a grand old time.)
And last night, while the girlchild and I slept, he made pawprints out of flour.
So after the basket was opened and shared, the dotter leaned up against me in the office and said, “That Easter Bunny sure is messy! Why would he be messy like that?” Then she thought a moment or two, and said, “He must have put some flour on his feet. It looks like flour.”
Earlier, while she was digging through the basket, I turned away into the kitchen to grab some zippies for the spillage of jelly beans, malted milk balls, and chocolate eggs, thinking to myself, “One of these years, she’s going to wonder why the Easter Bunny only brings baskets for kids…”
When I returned to the living room, zippies in hand, she asked, “Daddy? Why does the Easter Bunny only bring baskets to children?”
Um. Aside from the eerie reading-my-mind trick, it looks like we have only a year or two more before the dotter corners us and asks us if we’re the Easter Bunny. Much too sharp.
We still have eggs to color, and then…
Well. It’s my birthday.
Woohoo! Another year under my belt.
Unexpectedly, OmegaGranny emailed me yesterday to say that Great Grandma, who recently purchased her a fancy digicam because she has been in the mood to share her money while she’s alive so she can see how everyone enjoys it, has kept asking her what I want. Mom gave me a price range of $500-$1000, and said, “What do you want?”
Whoa. So I thought. And today, I get to buy myself another laptop, a wireless router, and a wireless card, and we’ll be able to set up a home network, with the wireless card going into our old, old computer, which goes into the dotter’s room. Eeek! A computer for the dotter! OMG. I swoon, thinking of things like hideous internet predators and accidental clicks on links to porn pages. Looks like I’ll be figuring out how to limit her to places like Nikolodeon or Disney or Barbie.Â
