Now, my parents thought I was going to hang this in my room or maybe put it on the dining room table. In their heads that made perfect sense. I mean, the Easter Bunny does roam around your house hiding plastic eggs with hints in them to where your Easter Basket could be found. And of course the first clue was in an egg sitting on the dining room table.
But no, little me wanted to make sure that the Easter Bunny so this as soon as he got to the house. So I put the banner on the floor right next to the door. Because as a small child I figured that the Easter Bunny had to come through the door since only Santa came down the chimney...right??? I did this right before going to bed. Now our house has a short hallway to the outside door, so my parents didn't see the banner there throughout the evening after I had gone to bed. So the next morning they woke up bright and early and said to the dogs, "Want to go outside?"...at the time we had golden retrievers...so you can imagine what large dogs scrambling to the door will do to construction paper taped together by scotch tape.
I'm sure my parents were a little bit worried about what my reaction would be to seeing this banner destroyed. I was very concerned about making the Easter Bunny feel welcomed in our home. (As a side note, this wasn't just for the Easter Bunny. I made sure Santa had cards for himself and to bring back to the Mrs. and that the reindeer had carrots, that if Santa wanted to take a bite of one too he could.)
So I woke up the next morning and ran to the dining room table to find my first egg with the first clue on how to find my Easter Basket. My mom came over to me and said, "Honey, I know you worked really hard on your sign for the Easter Bunny last night, but something happened to it." I immediately ran to the doorway and found the sign in shreds on the ground. I almost started to cry. Then my mom handed me a note, She said, "The Easter Bunny left this for you though!" She then proceeded to read me the note that explained how the Easter Bunny walked in the door and didn't see the sign because it was dark. He was so sad that his very big bunny feet (because in my head he was the size of those bunnies in the bunny costumes, not the size of a regular bunny) ripped up the sign, but he knew a lot of work went into it. He told me how he loved it and hoped I'd have the happiest of Easters.
"OH MY GOSH!" I thought I was the coolest kid in the entire world because the Easter Bunny left me a note. I was beyond excited, not even a little upset that the sign was messed up. My only regret now is I don't think I still have that note.
So long story short, I have some awesome parents who found very creative ways to make sure their little kids had great holidays and could keep on believing for a little bit longer. Happy Easter Weekend everyone!
