Posted by: ainse on: March 24, 2008
Easter morning. Young son enters parents’ bedroom.
“Good morning, love! I think I heard the Easter bunny hopping around last night and I think he left something for you somewhere in here!” This is me, as brightly as I can be at 7:30 AM.
“You mean ’she,’” corrects my 6 year old. Um, yeah, sure, I guess [...]