A Visit with the E.B.

We had no intention of seeing this guy this year. Just wasn't in the cards. We happened to be at the mall running some errands when we kind of stumbled upon him. Both boys wanted to get their picture taken and there were zero kids in line. Zero.

And the photo is awesome. Neither kid is dressed for the occasion. No white jackets or purple suspenders. No slicked hair. What you see is what you get, Easter Bunny. Incredibles t-shirt, rumpled collar, kind of messy hair.

It's like, whatever, you know?

The expressions kill me. Both have that, "Check me out Mom & Dad. Here I am." pride about them. Even our furry, carrot-eating, colored egg-distributing friend is wearing a surprised face.

And it's no coincidence that Vincent isn't sitting on the dude's lap. That's where he drew the line. He's much better with gloves than he used to be but let's be serious here. He quickly shrugged off the request with a curt, "No."

If it had been planned, we would not have captured this. Too much anticipation would've done us all in. So thanks, Easter Bunny. For being at the right place at the right time.