Or so we thought.
As Gail and I prepped to make and hide the Easter eggs, I took a quick trip to Sean’s room to ensure that he was indeed asleep. Sure, he was lying there with his eyes closed, but I needed to be sure. So I walked up to him and whispered something in his ear that I knew would make him laugh if he heard it. His “asleep face” turned into a smirk and then a smile on the way to full-blown laughter.
“Have you and Mom started hiding the eggs yet?” he asked.
Sean’s line of questioning was hardly a surprise to me as I got inklings this past Christmas that he was starting to seriously doubt Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny.
“What do you mean?” I asked back, answering his question with another question.
“What do you mean what do I mean?” he asked, answering my question to his question with another question. “And have you written the letter from the Easter Bunny yet?”
I quickly decided that it wasn’t worth trying to hide it any longer. It was either deny it and wait until he fell asleep (which could be 2am for all I knew) or enlist his help so we could finish earlier.
“Did you want to help us?”
Faster than he could say “I knew there wasn’t an Easter Bunny,” Sean ran down the stairs and offered his assistance to Gail, who quickly scrambled to hide all of the eggs and candy.
“Don’t bother,” I said, “he knows.”
Gail relaxed a bit…still surprised that our 9 year-old son was offering to help hide the eggs that he was supposed to find just a few hours later.
I gave one more warning to Sean: “You better play along tomorrow!”
“Yes, Dad,” he replied, “I’m a good actor.”
Gail and I exchanged quick grins as we watched Sean sit down at our kitchen table to stuff the plastic eggs. Tonight’s episode further confirmed what we already knew about Sean: he’s smart, he’s sly, and he’s sometime sneaky.
Our grins turned into head-shakes as Sean added one more tidbit of info.
“Oh yeah…and when we got home… I ran to the iMac and checked the ‘recent documents’ to see if you had already written this year’s letter.”