Dear daughter on waiting for the Easter Bunny: I can't wait for the Easter Bunny.
Me: You'd better get to bed then, so he can come visit.
Her: It's okay, it's just a guy in a suit . . .
Me: Um, who told you that?
Me: But you want him to bring you stuff for your Easter basket, right?
I'm not sure what's worse. That mom told her what was up, or that she's perfectly cool with the idea of some guy in a rabbit costume dropping candy off throughout the neighborhood. And that she can hold both ideas in her head: Easter Bunny, the magical some guy in a suit!