This experience wasn’t part of my childhood in any significant way. Image found on Parade.
When you grow up poor, there are a lot of things you don’t experience, especially if you aren’t raised in a religion that puts a lot of pomp and circumstance into the whole Easter ritual (Lent is not something done in the Church of Christ, nor are Palm Sunday or Good Friday). There were no new Easter dresses in my life, and no pictures with the Easter Bunny (or Santa, for that matter), but that’s OK. There were egg hunts at school, sometimes at 4-H and other places, and we always got together for Easter dinner (almost always ham) at Nanny and Grandpa’s, with an egg hunt for the younger kids, hopefully with the sun shining (indoor egg hunts could be a problem, especially if the Easter Bunny forgot where all the eggs were hidden; at least outside the smell of rotted egg wasn’t as bad).
While I did manage to get a few hats and collars on Luke for pictures through his years with me, I never attempted rabbit ears. Maybe that was because his favorite toy was a pink bunny and he might have decided I’d gutted his baby for a photo op. I think that probably would have been the last straw for him, and you probably would have never found my body.
Some people are much braver than I am.
Oh, no, no … kitty is not a happy Easter Bunny. Image found on Becuo.
Sorry, buddy, I’m not buying the Easter Bunny act. Image found on Bored Panda.
It may be a little uncomfortable, but that’s OK … for me, anyway. Image found on PMSLweb.
Apparently a weird-looking furry creature with a bill and webbed feet isn’t Easter-y enough. Image found on Funny Easter Memes.
Mom!!!! Why do they have a pink bow? I wanted purple! Image found on TheMetaPicture.
He looks so happy. He probably piddled on the eggs. Image found on Bark Post.
I curse the decisions that led me to this path in life. Image found on cutecatshq.
Yeah, you only love me because you think I’m the Disco Easter Bunny. Image found on PetPlace.
The Easter Bunny is toothier than usual … I don’t remember fangs … Image found on cheezburger.
Only a human-sized bunny could divert their attention from squirrels. Image found on Pinterest.
You’ll be drawing back a bloody nub in 3 … 2 … 1. Image found on paperblog.
I don’t trust chocolate eggs I didn’t buy. Image found on FamilyMinded.
If Luke were still here, that egg would probably end up under the couch or behind the refrigerator with so many of his toy mice, balls and other things. A good reason to use plastic eggs instead of real ones. Image found on MemeDroid.
I'm a retiree in his seventies. That may not be significant to many, since there is a bunch of us Baby Boomers around. However, in the year 2,000, when I received a diagnosis of Multiple Myeloma, I expected to be dead in three to five years.
Serenity is a fuzzy belly 