When last we checked in with our heroine, she was kicking the Easter Bunny in the face. It was a chalk version of him, but still. Girlfriend was owning her fear and facing her bully and coming out ahead.

And then day turned into night.

Alexis was talking such a big game when it came to her fear of the Easter Bunny, I decided it was fair to mess with her a little. She has the sense of humor needed to deal with a little shenanigans, and she most certainly set herself up for it. I mean, the kid KNOWS about Santa and the Tooth Fairy, and she's smart enough to pretend she doesn't. In my mind, that is a clear sign that she's smart enough to connect the dots and realize that whatever she thinks she saw sleeping in her bed last Easter probably wasn't a mythical creature that leaves plastic eggs filled with candy all over the house.

So, while Alexis was distracted, I snuck up to her bedroom and left a few jelly beans on her pillow. If you've seen the movie "Hop," you know that as "bunny poop."

Before Alexis had a chance to discover the bunny poop on her pillow, she set up a lavish spread for the rabbit in the kitchen. She filled a bowl with baby carrots, poured water into her favorite mug, and carefully placed her "Stay out of my bed" note on the counter. She asked me to put out some fresh flowers and looked me square in the eye and said, "Make sure you do what you can to make the Easter Bunny feel at home!"

He felt at home, all right. He ate like six peanut butter eggs later that night. Ahem.

Before that, though, I escorted Alexis up to bed for the night. As she climbed the ladder to her loft, she did this number.

First step: I can't wait to find eggs tomorrow!

Second step: That bunny better stay out of my bed!

Third step: What if the Easter Bunny comes in my room?

Fourth step: MOOOMMMMMMYYYYYY. SOB.

Alexis had a total and complete breakdown when her little foot hit that fourth step. She was so scared she was shaking and that was BEFORE she saw the bunny poop. Once that caught her attention, it was all over. I didn't even wait for her to ask, I sent her straight to my room to sleep in my bed.

I love having a kid wrapped around my head when I try to sleep. It's great.

Since then, Alexis has accused the Easter Bunny of stealing the water bottle she had hidden up in her loft (he didn't, but he would have if he had known it was there). He has taken the blame for her missing shoes. He has even been the scapegoat for a myriad of dumb little things.

And THAT is why I refer to her as the Drama Queen.