Ah, traditions.
A fat, bearded, old guy who sneaks down chimneys in the middle of the night.
A fairy who steals teeth from underneath your sleeping child's pillow.
Tiny bearded men who stir up mischief and love Lucky Charms.
And tonight, a giant bunny will hop through our basement, hide eggs and put stuff in the baskets we left on our toy shelf.
Lola insisted we leave carrots and apples for our bushy-tailed guest.
But our humble offering proved too tempting for my children.
When we tried to remind Lola the snacks she helped prepare were, in fact, for the bunny, we were met with the following response...
Sorry, bunny.
Would a stick of gum suffice?
It would appear the bunny came through after all, though.
Can't wait for the morning!
James is going to freak when he sees his new swim trunks.
That bunny really knows his stuff.
How creepy are our traditions?
I'm pretty sure that if they existed in our world, Santa, the Tooth Fairy and all leprechauns would be living it up in a maximum security prison.
Hide your kids, hide your wife...
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