Easter in March– Apocalypse Nigh.
I’m no fan of the cold. At all. Yet there we were at 9 am in the bitter cold of an Easter Eve March morning (no, really– it was 20ish degrees) waiting for the mayor of River Heights to honk his horn and send hordes of children and their overzealous parents into a battle royale over a few bags of Easter candy sprinkled around city hall. As you know, nothing says remember Jesus like pummeling your way to a mouthful of cavities.
Still, Joshua landed a bag and we blew that joint as fast as we got there. Behold his humble loot (as usual, click the pics to get an eyeful):
One hour later we were reliving the same dream in Paradise (a rural town south of us) where the parents were even more embarrassing, but the festivities definitely more fun, i.e.- What’s not to love about hunting for real Easter eggs, chasing real bunnies (catch it and it’s yours for the keeping) and watching grown women tackle one another trying to bag a panicked chicken (once again, catch it and it’s yours for the keeping). You’d think we were in some apocalyptic/famine stricken country to see the way these women went after free rabbits and a lone hen. Not humanity’s finest day.
The real fun came when Joshua had his chance to run with the 0-2 year olds in their rabbit catching extravaganza (two rabbits per age group were set loose). The kids were lined up and at “GO!” charged down a soccer field to smother the docile and oblivious rabbits at the other end. Joshua was one of two kids who actually tried to touch one. In the mean time, a little Sally (see pics below) had the same idea. Good for them! All for fun and ultimate cuteness, right? Not for the anonymous douchebag Dad, who kept pushing/guarding her screaming “PICK IT UP!! PICK IT UP!! PICK IT UUUUUUUUUP!!!”
Dude. It’s a rodent. These are children. Here’s a Prozac.
Needless to say, little Sally got what her Dad wanted the rabbit. Nevertheless, another bunny throttler kid couldn’t keep his rabbit, so Joshua got one (thanks in part to Mari-Catherine developing a soft spot for all things cute and fuzzly after seeing a lawn chewing spawn of Satan “widdle mousy” get stuck in one of our window wells yesterday).
We named our new lop-eared rabbit Gimpy (it’s missing a toe) and brought it home; Where it’s now giving live demonstrations on how to make dingleberries while pooping mini cocoa puffs all over the floor.
Happy Easter everybody!
