Tonight, while cuddling in bed, Tommy said to me, "Mom, the Easter Bunny is just a big man in a costume, right?"
"What?" I asked, clearly buying for time, trying to figure out the "correct" thing to say to my almost five year old who is starting to figure it all out, and way too soon.
"He's not real, Mom, he's just in a costume, right?"
"Nah, baby. He's a big bunny that delivers Easter baskets full of chocolate, right?"
He didn't answer me, but just smiled. How is it ending already?
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