Today was the last day I will see 9-year-old Cali before Easter because next week they have a closed campus due to testing. So I took her the cutest stuffed bunny I've ever seen (I told her that I enjoy shopping for stuffed animals because I still love them myself and have to look at every single one before I decide). She loved it and then proceeded to tell me about the live bunny she had that was one of the real Easter bunnies, but now lives on a farm (yeah, right). I must have had a strange look on my face because she asked, "Don't you believe me?" I insisted that I did, but my real thoughts were "Aren't you a little old for this?" Maybe she's on the cusp and wanted me to believe her, but knows deep down that she's wrong. All I know is that I'm not gonna be the bad guy!