Because funny stories are in order...
Mar. 22nd, 2007 03:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicWhen I was about 3, my mother took me to sit on the Easter Bunny's lap at the mall. I'd done this song and dance plenty of times before, but this time, I noticed something I'd never seen before. I could just barely see through the screen over the costume's mouth, enough to make out a human nose on the other side of that screen. I flipped my shit. The Easter Bunny ate someone! My mother didn't dare explain to me that it was just a person in a costume - that would ruin the fun of it all - so she tried to convince me I was just seeing things. I believed my own eyes, thank you very much, but I also trusted my mother at that age, so for years, I believed that the Easter Bunny existed, and that he was a ruthless eater of people. Not cool. But I still ate all the shit he brought me.
ETA: For some ridiculous reason, even though I was shrieking in terror, those little easter elves took my picture anyway, and my mother paid money for it, so there is photo evidence of the most terrifying day of my life, the day my mother tried to feed me to a cannibalistic oversized rabbit.
ETA: For some ridiculous reason, even though I was shrieking in terror, those little easter elves took my picture anyway, and my mother paid money for it, so there is photo evidence of the most terrifying day of my life, the day my mother tried to feed me to a cannibalistic oversized rabbit.
