A couple of springs ago,
ashbet's
kiraboo, her dad (Charlie) and I were at Montgomery County Mall up in Maryland.
Kira saw a sign advertising the presence of the easter bunny and predictably exclaimed, "OOOOH! Can we go see the Easter Bunny?"
Charlie and I just looked at each other and started chanting in a nice ominous monotone, "Wick-er Bun-ny" over and over.
ashbet, were you there? I'm sorry that I can't remember. I just remember that Charlie and I thereafter frequently burst into wicker bunny chanting when confronted with mass marketing or mass stupidity.
I saw that terrifying plastic "easter grass" at Michael's last week. The chanting returns...