I wasn’t sure who these kids were, but I was sure that they looked as though they’d just stepped out of a GapKids ad and into the mall. The boy in his blue and yellow button-down shirt, khakis and loafers. The girl in her yellow dress with white cardigan and those lacy socks girls of a certain age like to wear.
Their parents, however, didn’t appear to put in as much effort into their appearances, what with their sneakers and jeans. In fact, they looked like the rest of us American slobs on a Saturday afternoon at the mall.
And then it hit me: They’d gone to see the Easter Bunny. Somewhere near Sears, the Easter Bunny was taking photos with children yesterday afternoon, but it had fallen completely off my radar, because my kids are too old for the Easter Bunny, let alone for photos with the big-eared celeb.
On the one hand, it made me relieved that I no longer have to coordinate a trip to see the Easter Bunny during the busy, busy springtime. On the other hand, the thought of my kids’ Easter baskets collecting dust in the attic made me a little wistful.
Today after Palm Sunday mass (why, why did I pick the dumb high-heeled shoes to stand in during the loooong Passion?), I asked my boys, who are now 13 and 11, “So, what about Easter baskets this year?”
“Well, it’d be nice to get something,” my newly minted teen said.
“And to put it in something,” my practical 11-year-old said.
And so this week, I’ll get the Easter baskets out for at least one more year.