Easter in January.
Today I was cleaning out some of Colette’s old toys. Here was our conversation:
Colette: Mama! What’s this?
Mama: Well let’s see… that is half of an Easter egg.
Colette: A Measter egg?
Mama: No, it’s from Easter. Easter is a holiday. A special day like Christmas or Thanksgiving or your birthday.
Colette: OooooOOOOoooh.
Mama: On Easter we can paint eggs and that the Easter bunny hides for you.
Colette: And I’m gonna find a CHOCOLATE egg!!!
(Yeah, acted like you forgot, kid!!)
Colette: Um, what’s the Easter bunny’s name?
Mama: I think it’s just the Easter bunny.
Colette: I’m gonna name her Chocolate Chip! We’re going to paint eggs together for Easter!
Mama: You’ve got a while to wait. Easter is a long ways off.
Colette: (clearly a tad verklempt) Wha… when is it?
Mama: Uh… March? Maybe April?
I’ve officially lost all brain power. I don’t even know when the hell Easter is anymore.
