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Exactitude in Easter
It was a cheerful spring morning when a groundbreaking event took place in the Tracy home, changing that particular household forever.
"Dad," nine year old Scott spoke quite seriously to his father, with seven year old Virgil at his side. "We need to tell you something."
"What is it son?" asked Jeff rather impatiently. Lucille was nursing Alan, leaving him to make the arrangements for Easter, which was fast approaching. He had just realized that he had forgotten to buy the chocolate eggs and bunnies and the other miscellaneous items they needed to conduct a proper Easter egg hunt.
"We know the Easter bunny doesn't exist," Virgil told his father solemnly.
"What do you mean son? Of course the Easter bunny exists!" Jeff said in shock. He didn't expect to be having this talk with his oldest two so soon.
"Don't worry, we won't tell the babies," Scott hastily added, seeing the look of disbelief on his father's face.
"What makes you think the Easter bunny doesn't exist?" Jeff asked, recovering his shock.
"Well, giant bunnies don't exist in real life, do they?" replied Scott reasonably.
"Besides, the Easter bunny's pink!" Virgil wrinkled his nose at this. "Only girls like pink."
After a long hiatus from writing, inspiration hit in the form of this. A little drabble I wrote for Easter, in the spirit of the season. Reviews would be very much appreciated!