"Let's stop and get Mila's photo taken with the Easter Bunny," I said. A quick glance around the mall revealed that there was absolutely no line to meet the fuzzy jelly bean pooper. Mila was wearing a cute spring dress and was in a fantastic mood. It was perfect.
"Nooooo!" Alexis cried. "I don't want to get a picture with the Easter Bunny!" she continued.
I knew she would say that. There's history there, and it's all bad. Alexis' fear of the Easter Bunny runs deep. But it was fine because I wanted MILA'S photo with the Easter Bunny. There was no need for Alexis to do something she wasn't comfortable doing.
I tried explaining as much.
I was met with much arguing. SO much arguing. Alexis went on and on about how terrible the Easter Bunny is, how she didn't want a photo, and how we should just leave right that second. It was madness with me saying, "That's fine. Don't do it." and her continuously insisting that she wasn't doing it.
I'm not sure why the kid couldn't figure out that we were in completely agreement. She wanted to fight about it, and fight she did. Over and over.
Finally, as we approached the Easter Bunny, I told Alexis to stop talking, take the stroller, and stay right where she was. I scooped up Mila and walked towards the Easter Bunny.
And was passed by a neon blur.
Who sat down.
And acted like she was supposed to be there.
Kids are so damn confusing.