Yesterday I was walking through the supermarket car park with Matthew and Sienna.
My mind was a little preoccupied with ensuring the kids didn't get run over and trying to remember whether I actually had the shopping list of mince and cucumber memorised or if there was something I was forgetting.
Matthew pipes up.
"Marianne?"
"Yeah?"
"Is the Easter Bunny real?"
"No."
Without thinking I just flat out told him that EB didn't exist.
Guilt begins to set in and I begin to brain storm how I can back out of this one.
Thankfully his response was: "I didn't think it was. I told the people at school and they don't believe me. They say he's real."
I obviously didn't upset him too much as he made me a treasure map today to find two notes he'd written for me.
The funny part is he asked me how to spell awesome. And Marianne. So I was a bit suspicious.
Sienna wrote me a note too.
I'm gonna miss these kids.
Sienna wrote me a note too.
I'm gonna miss these kids.
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