...unlike that moralizing jerk Santa.

Sunny Saturday afternoon. Tomorrow is Easter. 

We're hiking on our friends' farm. Jane is explaining to Margaret about the Easter Bunny.

Jane: He comes in our house at night and hides eggs for us to find. Chocolate eggs.

Margaret: Mmmm. Sounds like my kind of bunny.

Jane: And you don't even have to be good for him.

1 comment:

auntie said...

Easter Bunny is a "her" and her name is Grace :-)