No Fairy Tale

Two of my grands rode in the car with me to the big store yesterday. On the way we talked about the Easter Bunny. I told them that I was so sure that he was real that I thought I saw him hopping down my street one Easter morning when I was about 4 years old. Caleb reminded me of the story of seeing Santa in the sky, which of course was us young cousins being taken for a ride by the older cousins who pointed out some starry anomaly in the sky on Christmas Eve (so that parents could …