The REAL bunny

Twas the night before Easter....

and I was tucking Mac into bed.

I told him to go to sleep quickly so the Easter bunny could come.

He sighed and told me that he knew I was the Easter bunny.

It occured to me as I was leaving, that him telling everyone I was the Easter bunny

could get him into trouble at church.

So I stopped and told him that not everyone knew that moms were Easter bunnies,

and he should keep that info to himself.

He told me he knew not to tell anyone.

Next, he gave me quite a detailed lecture on the difference between real magical people, like Santa,

and the pretend ones, like the Easter bunny.

It was very well thought out!

I just nodded wisely.