Liam is convinced the Easter Bunny has already come to our house, several times, in the past few months. In fact, he thinks the Easter Bunny has broken into our house, come into his bedroom, stared at him while he slept, and then poked him in the forehead. Honestly. No joking. This is what he told me...several times.
I'm surprised the Easter Bunny hasn't freaked him and out. Because it has certainly freaked me out.
But I think he pushes past his fear and is looking forward to the candy the Easter Bunny represents. So, I use this to my advantage to keep him under control. If he's good the Easter Bunny will hide candy, games, money galore! But if he isn't good, the Easter Bunny will hide his own poop in those plastic eggs. That isn't what concerns Liam. No. It's this: "How does his poop get into those eggs? Does he wash his hands?"
Jeez Liam. I don't think he washes his hands at all...
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