Easter Bunny

Laney raced down the stairs tonight and exclaimed, "Miko! Max went into your bedroom and saw the Easter baskets!"
NO KIDS IN THE MASTER BEDROOM is a rule I established soon after I moved in to maintain some semblance of privacy. During our first week of marriage, I was often awakened by the kids crawling into bed with me, screaming in my face. "MORNING MIKO! I CAN SEE YOUR UNDERWEAR!", and playing hide-and-seek in my closet. Not fun for me!
So the kids understand going into my room is a no-no. Especially this week, as I am in the process of creating their Easter baskets. Candy , toys and plastic eggs are scattered under a desk in our bedroom. I reminded the kids not to enter.
So here is the dialogue between me and Max:
Me: "You knew it was wrong not to enter my room. Why did you do it?"
Max: "Because I forgot!"
Me: "Did you see any Easter baskets in my room?"
Max: "Yes but I only saw Laney's!"
Me: "Really? But they were together! Are you telling me the truth?"
Max: "Well...ok, I saw them both. But I don't remember them!"
Me: "I love you but I need you to listen to me, not lie to me, and not enter my room again. I'm going to return everything and buy new things."
Max: "But don't get rid of the Transformer kite!"

Ah, kids...So sneaky! Jeff deprived Max of his candy treat tonight for lying. I think the jig is up with the Easter Bunny, too. Does that mean they still need baskets? :) All the expense, all the work...but it's a fun tradition. I keep hinting to Jeff that I'd like an Easter basket, too.