Since the Easter Bunny doesn’t come to our house (nice, mommy), we went to see him. I held on to mom for dear life before she turned me over to the hairy beast that goes hop-hop-hop. But once I got in the restraining arms of the bunny (he was strong even though he was PINK), I was strangely comfortable. Happy? No. But comfortable enough for a Polaroid? Yes.

Cooper – in his typical fashion – hammed it up and had a good ol’ time while I was trying to figure out how to feel about the whole thing.

Now that we met him, maybe he’ll remember to come to our house next year.

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