After this and this and this, you’d think I would not have been surprised and discomfited by a plaintive question over breakfast: “Mommy, when is the Easter Bunny coming?”

Naughty Mommy was betting that the little people were still little enough to “forget” that Easter in these parts = eggs filled with candy. What a dope. The South-Beachification of our refrigerator has not trickled down yet.

Lucky for us, atheist golfing Daddy was able to make an emergency stop at the store, load up some eggs, and carefully place them around the living and dining rooms.

Phew! That was a close one!