My wife is up in arms about Easter. Apparently her sister’s oldest (7 years old) boy asked his mom why the Easter Bunny didn’t come this year and bring them baskets or hide eggs and she told him the Easter Bunny isn’t real.
What is the right age for kids to find out about this stuff? Who’s next on the hit list? Santa? The tooth fairy?
Yesterday my wife and I drove by Davis Donuts at the corner of 4th and Appleway, where the sign said something about have you been saved. My wife read it out loud. She then said, “saved from what?” To which I responded, “being skinny.”
Lorien then said something about most Americans could live for two weeks off the fat in their bodies. I responded, “yeah, and the skinny people that die off first will be the ones the ex-fat people are eating.”
Somehow I’ve turned being overweight into a defense mechanism against cannibalism. Or at least being on the good side of cannibalism. The eating and not being-eaten side.