In which I am wrong

Princess asked this week if Easter was the day in which the Easter Bunny laid his eggs.

And the roommate and I laughed about it. A lot.

Kid is going to church with the roommate and her family in the morning. I'll wake up early with her and help her into her dress and send her off. Rex and I will stay home.

This is my confession. I haven't been to church regularly in over two years.

When I was pregnant with Rex, I remember praying for her safety, hobnobbing with musical acts at the coffeeshop, making deals with God.

Then I slacked. I know this. So does Kid.

Kid joked around about the reason for Easter, then went on to explain, specifically and scripturally, what it really was.

I am wrong, because my apathy keeps Kid from going to church as much as she'd like to. And I know that. At the same time, I feel that I'm right, because she does know the real reason for this day, and for every other. I hope I can continue that with Rex.