I've ran my mouth about Easter before, but have since come around. Sort of. After watching a joyful 3-year old Alexis hunt and gather eggs, I realized that the whole commercialization of Easter thing can be fun. I decided to embrace it. All of it. Every last bit of it.
And then I kind of screwed up.
While we were in Disney World, Mr. Husband and I did something completely out of character for us; We bought a somewhat high ticket item for Alexis. A 20% off coupon proved to be our drug and under it's influence, we bought a Cinderella castle. There's no arguing that $60 was a good price for the thing. We know she will play with it hours and hours and hours and hours because it's a lot like her dollhouse, only it has been sprinkled with pixie dust.
We didn't want to deal with getting it on the plane or any possible baggage fees, so we coughed up $10 to ship it home. No big deal. It should be here any minute now.
Except.
I had absolutely no idea Easter was coming so soon after we returned from Florida. If I had connected those dots, that castle would have been a top secret project and it would be entering the house under the cover of darkness and armed guards so that it could be a Super Awesome Amazing Easter Bunny Gift. As it is, Alexis knows that it exists. She has not mentioned it even once since we got back, but I have no doubt that her little ears heard us talk about buying it and shipping it and blah, blah, blah. SHE KNOWS.
So. I kind of still want to make it her Easter gift. She will, undoubtedly, know that it's not really from the Easter Bunny. The question is, will she then doubt the existence of the Easter Bunny? Are we opening an ugly, monstrous can of worms if we give her reason to doubt the Easter Bunny? Will that lead to the end once and for all of Santa and the Tooth Fairy and the Magical Gnome Who Lives in Our Basement and Will Eat Her if She Opens Any Doors Without Mommy and Daddy? Because, really, I need those mythical creatures to stay real-ish for a little while longer.
Ugh.
