About 45 plus years ago that big ol’ Easter Bunny would visit our home in the middle of the night, creatively hiding at least 150 jellybeans everywhere in the big living room. Then with dawn breaking, three adorable little boys would fill their baskets with shrieks of “I found one!” “I did, too!” Better than an alarm clock.
But one morning, I was awakened by a tap on the arm and a panicked whisper.
“Mommy, wake up! The Easter Bunny forgot us!”
OMG…With heart pounding, I dredged up some vague excuses for the over-worked rabbit and sent the tribe back to bed. I waited ten minutes. Then, holding my breath, crossing my fingers, and offering a quiet prayer that they were under, way under, the covers, the bunny quietly worked at a feverish pace to find unique hiding places. Having worked up a sweat, the forgetful bunny tiptoed back to bed fervently wishing for a bit more sleep. Hah!
Mommy always had to watch the hunt, acting full of excitement at how amazing the rabbit had been. She also very aware that the day would be filled with lots of activity brought on by three sugar highs!
(I found missed jelly beans months, even years later!) Some things one never forgets 🙂