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We don't celebrate Easter religiously. The longer I'm a UU, the less Christian I feel - and Michael was never a Christian to begin with. (Before everybody hits "reply" at once I should note that my understanding is that, although spring fertility rituals were probably as common as dirt, the historical evidence for a pagan goddess named Oestre is pretty spotty.)

So, Easter not being our religious holiday, last year we didn't do anything in the bunny/chocolate/egg line either. But this year Michael and I talked it over and agreed that Alex would have an awful lot of fun with it. So we went ahead and appropriated ourselves a holiday. And you know what? She loved it.

Three is a great age for the Easter Bunny. She grasped the whole concept immediately, explaining it all to Dorian in detail after just one short explanation from me. And there was not the slightest hint of skepticism... except for late this morning, when she asked how the Easter Bunny had managed to leave her a note without having hands. But even that was genuine curiosity, not an attempt to find us out.

I took a video of the last part of the egg hunt:

Watch on YouTube

(More photos on my Flickr page, as well.)