As stated before, Zoe is pretty close to being hip to the whole Santa thing. Tonight, she took a big swing at his Spring-time partner in crime, the Easter Bunny. And missed.

Zoe called me into her room after being tucked into bed to ask me a question, and she insisted on getting a “for real, serious, not kidding answer.” Those are in short supply around here but I told her I’d try. Her question: “Is Mom the Easter Bunny?” I ducked it: “Um… I dunno. Why?”

Zoe proceeded to tell me that she’s sure Beth is the Easter Bunny because last Easter, after she had gotten her Easter basket and found all the eggs and candy that had been hidden, she went into Beth’s office to get something, and in Beth’s trash she found the wrappers from all the candy and toys in her basket. So she put two and two together and decided it was obvious that Mom is the Easter Bunny. Which means that Mom dresses up in a bunny suit on Easter morning and goes around putting Easter baskets on people’s front porches and hiding eggs and candy for their kids to find.

She was so so close to figuring it out … and then she lost her mind.

I just spent the last 15 minutes having a conversation with Zoe’s Magic 8 Ball. Apparently, good things are in my future but it can’t tell me just what they are right now. I’m supposed to ask again later. Also, George Bush is secretly married to Lindsay Lohan, she really hasn’t had a boob job, and there is a fleet of intergalactic battle cruisers from the Andromeda Galaxy docked on the far side of the moon waiting for Celine Dion to give the attack signal during her August 29th performance at Caesars Palace Coliseum in Las Vegas.

This thing is loaded with information! You just have to ask the right questions.