When I was 5 or so, my family took an extended road trip around the US much like this one, even down to the season.
I was gravely concerned that the Easter Bunny wouldn't be able to find us, so I waited until everybody was asleep and oh so quietly propped open the door to the parking lot.
It worked. The Bunny found us.
I did not repeat the gesture this weekend and whaddya know? No Easter chocolates.
4/09/2012
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Clearly, your experimental design has uncovered a causal relationship.
But wait. I think the bunny left something for you here.
gah. stupid easter bunny. perhaps s/he left it here though (unsure of the sex of the easter bunny), we have an unseemly amount of the stuff. swing by any time to pick up a share....
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