For several weeks now, I've been suspecting that Bug may be catching on to the whole Santa/Easter Bunny charade. She's nine, and kids talk at that age. She's certainly heard the theories by now. Last night, I decided to launch a small fishing expedition with the feeling that if she asks me point-blank, I'll tell her the truth.
Me: Are you excited about Easter?
Me: Do you have any questions about Easter?
Bug (frowning): What do you mean?
Me (wondering how the hell you have this conversation): Well, I just wanted you to know that if there's anything you're wondering about, you can ask me.
Bug: Huh. OK.
Me (trying new tack): Are your friends excited for Easter?
Bug: Yep. (pauses) Of course...(long, thoughtful pause) some of them don't believe in the Easter Bunny.
Me (a-ha!): Really?
Bug: Do you believe?
Me (nodding vaguely, not making eye contact)
Bug: 'Cause sometimes I wonder...I mean...it doesn't make sense that a huge rabbit brings candy all over the world, does it?
Bug: Some of my friends think their parents get up in the middle of the night and put the candy in their baskets.
Me: And what do you think?
Bug (very decisively): I think it's a man in a rabbit suit.