Monday, March 25, 2013

Who's Afraid of the Big Mall Bunny?

Passing Notes Today:  Mrs. Kelly

"Where are the leprechauns?" 

That is the question my daughter asked as we were driving home from the mall today.  My husband and I looked at each other. “Um, what?”

"Well," she replied, "There's a Santa and an Easter Bunny.  But where are the leprechauns for St. Patrick's Day?"  


Girlfriend has a point.  Where ARE the leprechauns? 


The holidays are so heavily marketed these days I'm surprised we don't have wee little men in green, dancing jigs through our malls in March.  It's only a matter of time.



So in lieu of leprechauns (to my daughter's dismay), we sought out the Easter Bunny.  We found him seated in a folding chair under a large purple parasol.  Apparently the Western New York bunny likes the shade (or is a vampire).  He also had a fan blowing directly into his brown matted fur face.  In a word, he was squirrelly (no rodent pun intended). We asked our kids if they wanted to meet the bunny, but they both quickly shook their heads no.  My oldest told us he was feeling shy. Good decision!



I don't like Peeps either!


I have to be honest here - I don't get the mall Easter Bunny.  I can understand Santa Claus.  I get that conversation: "Hi Santa, my name is Suzie and I'd like the Gene Kelly DVD boxed set for Christmas.  And yes, I've been a good girl."  The Easter Bunny though--what is that conversation?  "Hi Bunny.  Yea, so, um..I'd like a chocolate version of you.  And eggs.  And my mom says you can skip the faux grass because it gets everywhere and it's a real headache to vacuum.  Okay, great.  Soooo get hoppin'."  



The mall bunny kind of gives me the creeps.  It might have something to do with the fact I can't see who is in the costume.  I also don't love the whole sitting-on-a-stranger's-lap part of the deal. I mean, I'm okay seeing the Easter Bunny, but I don't need to sit with him.  I'm also fairly certain that the mall bunny isn't fooling anyone--especially when he checks his watch between snapshots to see when his shift is over.

My daughter's question made me smile.  Then it made me ponder the existence of the mall Easter Bunny.  When did EB make his first mall appearance, I wonder?  And if it's just an opportunity for a photo shoot, won't cupids, leprechauns, uncle sams and giant-sized pumpkins be soon to follow?  Sorry Bunny.  I'm sticking with Santa on this one (at least we can make eye contact).  We will politely wave from afar and enjoy eating a chocolate you on Easter morning. All while looking for leprechauns.




PS
 Now that I've sufficiently ruined your Easter mall trip today, feel free to take a gander at these to make you smile.


Note from Mrs. Gosling:  I'm with you.  This family actually has never sat on Santa's or the EB's lap.  Now that I think of it ... it's been quite awhile since I have been to the mall.  ARGH!  Blondie is so smart!!!!

2 comments:

Moe said...

This is so funny. Just last night I was showing Rodney pictures I took at the Easter egg hunt we went to on Saturday (he was on service and couldn't come with us). Prior to the hunt, the Easter Bunny showed up in a terrifying 30 year-old suit with gigantic plastic buck teeth. All the children ran towards the bunny en masse, and Fiona, not knowing what they were running towards, followed suit. When the crowd finally cleared enough for her to see what the commotion was all about, she immediately started wailing and looking around frantically for me. I scooped her up and all she said for the next 20 minutes was, "I scared, mama! I so scared!" I couldn't blame her. Giant Easter Bunnies are the stuff of nightmares.

Naptime Notebook said...

love that babe. "Giant Easter Bunnies are the stuff of nightmares." hahaha. -Mrs. K.

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