Shortly before we get to Elaine's daycare center, she and I drive through a residential area (the daycare center itself is in a commercial area. It's next door to a seedy-looking bowling alley and across the road from an establishment that bills itself as "Adult Fun" and another building that looks like a large, gray metal container called "Zebulon Adult Bookshop." Disconcertingly, the parking lot is full there, no matter what time of day we drive by, including 6:45 a.m. But I digress.). Anyway, the residential area is one of those that seems to decorate wildly for any given holiday. So we enjoy looking at giant inflatable turkeys or snowmen or what-have-you, depending on the season.
This morning as we drove through I said, "Let's see if we can see an Easter bunny here. Look out your window!" We drove a couple blocks, but surprisingly, there was nothing. Elaine was looking out the window intently though, and then I heard a hopeful little voice say (as she pointed at one of the identical-to-each-other houses in the subdivision), "Dere's da Easser bunny's house, Mom!"