“Mrs. Leslie,” he challenged, “isn’t that right? There’s not a real Easter Bunny. Tell her.”
Not wanting her to cry, he turned back to her and said, “Well, ok, the Easter Bunny is bunny AND your mom and dad. They work together.”
“Tell her,” he demanded. “He’s not real.”
“I can’t say that. She will have to talk to her mom about it,” I answered.
With tears in her eyes, she looked to me. “The Easter Bunny is real, isn’t he?”
Not wanting to lie to her, I said, “I can’t say that, either.”
“It’s 9:30, so let’s start our lesson. Draw your swords and find John 20. We’re going to read about what happened when Jesus rose from the dead.”