We've never "done" the Easter Bunny at our house. It's not a religious reason or anything, because Santa certainly makes a visit, we just never have put out Easter baskets or anything like that. (Most likely do to financial reasons in the beginning and over the years, we just didn't bring it up (which is surprising to me since as a child Easter was my favorite holiday due to the combination of Christ's resurrection, church festivities, dressy outfits, and Easter basket goodies-- one year I got a Cabbage Patch Doll! One of my best memories ever.))
So when Grayson heard me say something about the Easter Bunny as we passed a yard displaying a huge blow up Winnie the Pooh holding an egg next to an even larger blow-up bunny, he asked What's the Easter Buddy?
I realized he had never heard of the Easter Bunny before.
My explanation was weak but I was caught off-guard. "Easter BUNNY. Like a rabbit. It's this guy. He wears a bunny costume."
Oh, is it pink?
And he never brought it up again.
Semi-unrelated: Today Ivy saw a bunny in the grass as she sat on the window-sill and was tickled TICKLED I tell you. She clasped her little hands over her mouth and laughed deep down "da bud-dy! Bud-dy!"
How ever you celebrate it, happy happy Easter, my friends. It's still my favorite.