I’m Loving It

Recently McDonald’s introduced their new mini bundt cakes.  I haven’t tried them and probably won’t any time soon.  I have nothing against bundt cakes, at least I didn’t until recently.  To get the word out about their new delicacies, McDonald’s has launched a rather aggressive radio ad campaign.  These commercials air at least once every morning on our 40 minute drive to school.  Normally my two little boys are half asleep since it is so early in the morning, but this commercial wakes them right up.  They are absolutely convinced that McDonald’s is now selling “Butt Cakes”.  Every time the word bundt cake is mentioned in the commercial they laugh hysterically until they can’t breathe and repeat “butt cake” over and over again.  It takes them at least ten minutes to calm down and I can only hope each morning that the commercial doesn’t air again.  I have tried and tried to correct them but to no avail.  So thank you McDonald’s.  Thank you for waking my boys up each morning in a way that I could never do.

Easter Bunny After Dark…….

Our local mall has the best Easter Bunny I have ever seen.  A friendly gentleman of a bunny that appears to have at least showered a time or two in the last decade as opposed to other mall bunnies I have seen.  He sits on his throne amongst an elaborate set of spring flowers, dyed eggs, and floating butterflies.  The same two men are in charge of the photographs every year and they treat each “session” as if the kid was going to be the next spokesperson for Easter itself.  They can get the youngest participants to stop screaming at the top of their lungs and get at least one resemblance of a smile for the perfect picture.  Because of this, the wait to see Mr. Rabbit will usually run you about two to three hours.  A line I have waited in every year for the last nine years.

We have had many interesting experiences waiting in this line year after year, but none quite as interesting as  this past year.  Two and a half hours had passed and the end was in sight.  There were only two families in front of us.  We began tucking in shirts and licking off faces, readying the now disheveled boys for their close ups.  Of course, this is when the photographers decided to take a ten minute break.  Now why the bunny and the photographers didn’t coordinate their break I’m not sure, but for some reason the rabbit decided to hang around.  He got up off his throne and walked around his habitat a bit, stopping to briefly stand by one of the young college age girls working behind the payment counter.  He leaned in and suddenly she began giggling.  He moseyed back over to his seat and soon there after the girl followed him, draping herself over his lap.  One of his big bunny paws wrapped around her waist while the other one rubbed up and down her leg.  I knew a rabbits foot was suppose to be lucky but was completely unaware that a rabbits foot could get lucky.  Parents watched in stunned silence with their mouths hanging open with disbelief.  We weren’t sure if we should cover our children’s eyes or not.  This was not right!  The Easter Bunny was suppose to have a nice bunny wife at home making him carrot stew in their little cottage.  He was not suppose to be canoodling with a girl half his age.  (Although I’m not really sure how old he is suppose to be, she seemed WAY too young for him.)  The minutes seemed endless as we all shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. Finally the photographers returned and the girl went back to her counter.  Suddenly, at least for the few families who had witnessed this, we did not want to put our little children on this ….this…..philanderer’s lap!  He was not the sweet rabbit that brought eggs and chocolate to children on Easter morning.  He was some long eared womanizer  who was having a torrid lap affair with his human coworker.  It was just wrong on so many levels.  We all looked at each other in silent questioning.  Do we give up the last three hours of our life and go home with no picture?  Do we explain to the children why we couldn’t sit on the bunny’s lap like previous Easters?  It seems we all reached the silent understanding that we would indeed go through with our mission to capture the annual picture.  It would of course be a perfect picture of innocent children in their Easter finery.

As the young cashier handed us our pictures, she smiled sweetly and said “See you next year!”  I stared at her for a minute, wondering what could make a nice girl like her fall for an age old bunny.  I couldn’t see anything that would give away her secret.  As I left, I felt a bit sad for her.  I don’t think their relationship would last.  I figure he will hop his way out of town once Easter is over.  I hoped she would be okay, but for her there would be hope.  Santa and his lap would be arriving in just a few short months.