WARNING: Get the children out of the room. I'm about to shatter a childhood illusion here. Go ahead, I'll wait.
Are they gone now? Good.
Dateline: Florida - Easter, 2009.
First, let me say that I've had this picture for a couple of months now. Right away, I wanted to bring this serious issue out into the open, but I was afraid for the world's children and grandchildren. (That, and I wanted to gaze longingly at these beautiful kiddos a bit longer by myself).
Just look at the picture of my grandchildren with the Easter Bunny.
Yes, the grandchildren are gorgeous and adorable and well-dressed and all that. Now REALLY look.
Look carefully at the Easter Bunny. Come on, people, look HARD. Lives could depend on this! (Well, not really - I've just always wanted to type that).
Have you ever seen thighs that BIG on an animal that eats only vegetables? Come on, now! There's no way this creature was hoppin' down the bunny trail unless it ended at the All-You-Can-Eat buffet at Ponderosa.
After careful consideration, the only conclusion I can come to is this: THE EASTER BUNNY IN THIS PIC IS NOT REAL. I know, it's hard to take. But we just have to pull on our big girl panties here and deal with it.
I urge you all to look at your own Easter Bunny photo ops to see if this is an isolated incident, or it's part of some grand conspiracy. I mean, damn you Cadbury! (I've always wanted to type that, too). The world is waiting to find out. Don't let me down here.
Remember, it's about the children.