Lately most of my posts have been more serious and let's face it, there is a very good reason for that at the moment. I mean, I am in a forever state of Flight or Fight as far as The Toots is concerned and I never know, minute to minute, what is coming next and that makes for a more serious state of mind. Thus the more serious tone to the recent posts.
But I am sick of it and in general I am a girl who likes to laugh and although here and there Tessie has done some funny things recently, after all, she is funny kid, there hasn't been any really 'funny story' type things to write about, and since I don't want one more serious post without a bit of humor spread around, I am going to tell you a story that has nothing at all to do with Tessie. She wasn't even born yet. Not even a twinkle in her daddy's eye. So forgive me for straying away from this Blog's intended topic. I just needed a laugh. I hope you laugh too.
It was Easter. Literally Easter Eve if you will. It was the first real Holiday with Blake in an upstairs bedroom (all of ours were downstairs at the time) because she thought she was too old to share with her 'baby' sister, Ellie, and lucky for her, her dad is a carpenter so voila, an upstairs bedroom was banged out.
The kids were in bed and I, ahem, excuse me, I mean the Easter Bunny was getting their Easter baskets all ready. And I must confess, I do way too much for Easter. I'm talking clothes, shoes, games, toys and candy all bundled into the cutest Easter baskets I can find and topped off with some type of stuffed animal, generally a bunny.
The hubby and I went down to bed around nine-thirty or so. Right after I had finished hiding jelly beans around the house for the kids to find in the morning. About midnight or so I heard Blake's voice float down to my bedroom.
"Easter Bunny, I need to go to the bathroom so I am coming out!", she called.
The next thing we hear are her little feet running just as fast as they could go to the bathroom. Then...
"Easter Bunny, I am all done and am going back to my bedroom."
I started cracking up. What the heck was she calling out her exact locations to the Easter Bunny for? I was about to find out.
A few minutes after she had, like a marathon sprinter, raced from the bathroom back to her bedroom I heard her call out.....
"Easter Bunny, I am going downstairs."
Then a frantic race to our room where she cried out, "I think that the Easter Bunny is going to shoot me!"
She was really quite upset about it and we could not figure out where this all came from but luckily her sister's bedroom still had bunk beds in it so we told her to sleep in there with Ellie. She thought that was a marvelous idea so we got her all tucked in and the hubby and I went back to bed.
Charlie and I were talking and trying to figure out why she was so scared of that damn bunny when we heard her whimper, "Daddy, I think that the Easter Bunny is hopping up the ladder with a gun!" I lost it. I knew that I shouldn't have been laughing but come on, It was just too funny.
So Charlie got up and went in and made a big show of checking out the bunk bed ladder, and the rest of the room for that matter and reassured her that the Easter Bunny was not in the house anywhere and even if it was, that the Easter Bunny loved her and would never hurt her, then got back into bed.
A few minutes later, this time rather hysterically and completely panic stricken, we heard, "Daddy, I think it's out on the deck looking in my window!" Even Charlie was cracking up now. But he pulled himself together to go in and pretend to check the window and once again reassure Blake that the Easter Bunny was not trying to shoot her.
Back into bed, thankfully for the night this time. But Charlie and I laid there and laughed 'til tears ran down our cheeks. We talked about how she was going to really hate us someday when she learned the truth, that in fact there really was no Easter Bunny and how her therapy bills would be astronomical. We laughed and laughed and laughed picturing a friendly looking yet deranged, big eyed, big eared bunny rabbit hopping up Blake's bunk bed ladder with an AK47 to take her out muttering, "Happy Easter you little brat." What can I say? My sick sense of humor didn't just come along after I had The Toots. It has always been there.
We never did figure out why she thought that the Easter Bunny had it in for her. I sometimes wonder if it freaked her out when she came out of her bedroom and in the darkness saw the shadow of a rather large stuffed bunny that was propped up on top of the basket which was on the coffee table and thought that she had really seen the Easter Bunny and thus must die. Who knows? Kids minds are strange little places at times.
But it still makes me laugh whenever I think about it. The terrifying tale of a little girl and the rabbit that was out to get her.
Here comes Peter Cottontail, hopping down the bunny trail...