9 years, 11 months.

Dear Holly,

If there ever was a time for you to consider whether the Easter Bunny might actually be me, the answer was definitely confirmed this year.

When a friend found out I was taking you to our church’s egg hunt this past Saturday, she insisted I borrow the Easter Bunny costume she just happened to own.

So… I did. I just showed up unannounced as the Easter Bunny. And not once single person questioned it.

I played the part and everyone assummed it was part of the plan all along.

As multiple kids started coming up to ask to get their picture taken with me (and their family), as well as showing me their prizes they were winning from the games at the event, I realized, “Oh… I really am the Easter Bunny.”

I guess this means I need to invest in my own bunny costume now.

Love,

Daddy