Last weekend, I was rifling through the boxes of my kids’ craft projects that I save because I am a sucker for nostalgia. I can just see myself at 83 years old, weeping over those same boxes because Where has the time gone? My little boys are all grown up…
Ah, who the hell are we kidding? I was doing that on Saturday, and they’re only 6 and 3. I can only hope to have lost enough of my mind in my 80’s that I won’t cry over craft projects anymore because I won’t remember who did them or how the hell they ended up in my little retirement apartment.
But until then, dammit, I’ll just accept the fact that, well, I’m weepy when it comes to my kids.
The whole point of my craft box rifling was to find a few decorations to hang up for Easter, and I do believe I hit the mother lode in my younger son’s box:
He made it last year in preschool, and as you can see, his teacher titled it, “Some Bunny Loves You!”
I think, though, that a more appropriate title might be, “Some Bunny Wants to Kill You!” Here, a closer look, with the angle of the camera adding a more sinister quality to the picture’s color:
Despite the many terrifying Easter Bunny pictures out there, I’ve never had a fear of the Easter Bunny. But by gosh, I do believe my younger son instilled a pretty damn healthy one in me last year. Does he know something I don’t?
In any case, I’ll go ahead and leave the Easter baskets out for that bunny to fill, but you can bet your ass I’ll be sleeping with one eye open and a can of wasp spray on my nightstand Saturday night--just like I did last year.
Bring it, bunny.
Bring it, bunny.
Happy Easter, everyone!