"Mommy, do you believe in the Easter Bunny?"
"Sure. Do you?"
"No. I don't. I do not believe that the Bunny goes out and buys all that stuff and then leaves it for us. He goes to Bunny World and buys that stuff? That's just creepy!"
Shocked, dismayed, and a little creeped out myself, I thought, "You're not even four years old yet! From whence comes this cynicism?" Then Ramona continued:
"Here's what I think: I think that Santa delivers the stuff to the Easter Bunny and then the Bunny drops it off here."
Whew. I can stop worrying about who or what is creepy. She really is only three.