Hippity Hoppity

In between being bad yesterday, we went to visit the Easter Bunny. During which time we were very, very good. Perhaps she thought that if she were within eyesight of the Easter Bunny, the Easter Bunny would not know of her previous or future transgressions and would still bring her Easter eggs.

Well, it worked. About six times over given the amount of Easter gifts she received today. You'd have thought it was Christmas. The Grandparents were the worst offenders, by far, but aunts and uncles came in a close second.

Anyway, standing in line yesterday to meet Mr. Bunny, I asked Zoe a series of questions. Mainly to distract her from the fact that she was about to sit on the furry lap of a large stranger. We talked about a few different things, and then I tried to steer the conversation around to the Easter Bunny.

"Zozo, what does the Easter Bunny say?"

As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I was in trouble. I have no freakin' clue what the Easter Bunny says. He's a rabbit, for Pete's sake. Rabbits don't really have an easily identifiable sound. Pigs oink, cats meow, dogs woof, horses neigh, sheep baa, owls hoohoo, cows moo...what the heck does a rabbit do? Especially a giant one with a bowtie and a permagrin?

Zoe looked at me and matter of factly stated, "Easter Bunny says, 'Helloooooo!'"

Oh. Okay. That's good to know.

"Hellooooooo!"