So last year Theo caught me hiding the eggs outside and asked, "Mom, are you the Easter Bunny?" To which I could tell no lie. This year, when Theo told Josephine that the Easter Bunny was really "just Mom," I said, "Ah, but you don't know the Golden Hippo of Easter."
They perked up.
"The Golden Hippo comes on Easter night and lays eggs in the woods filled with prizes for you to find."
Easter morning, needless to say, they were up at the crack of dawn.
Want to make your small kids go on a brisk hike, uphill? Just tell them that the golden hippo's nest is up there somewhere, and they just have to persevere.
And bring along the Meyer Lemon Pastry you made the night before, just in case you want to stop at the neighboor's brunch on the way back home.
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