Call me bah humbug,
but I don’t do the Easter Bunny.
but I don’t do the Easter Bunny.
I never have.
Growing up, my mom never failed to have a basket of plastic eggs, plastic grass, and florescent yellow peeps. The “traditional” get up…
I’ve just never been “into it”.
I’ve just never been “into it”.
Something about the Easter Bunny FREAKS me out!
Sitting on his lap for a handful of jelly beans? I think I’ll pass.
Sitting on his lap for a handful of jelly beans? I think I’ll pass.
I know, I know, HE is an Easter tradition,
along with Santa Claus {which I am all about}.For Landyn’s sake,
I will fancy the tradition,
but taking photos with him,
I think we will pass.
along with Santa Claus {which I am all about}.For Landyn’s sake,
I will fancy the tradition,
but taking photos with him,
I think we will pass.
Does THIS make me a horrible Momma?
scary right?
Do you still want to be my friend?
