Do you know who I am?!

My nephew (3 1/2 if you're keeping score at home) had a thrilling day yesterday, as he got to meet the Easter Bunny. The Easter Bunny took the form of a six-foot-figure in a ratty gray suit that reminded me not a little of the rabbit suit in Donnie Darko, which made him that much creepier than he already was. Little James wasn't creeped out at all, though. In fact, it was like he had met a celebrity. The Easter Bunny didn't talk at all, preferring to do exaggerated miming movements, and there was no variety to the conversations between James and the EB, only James saying something cute and little-kiddy and the EB doing some little mime.

But even though there was nothing to talk about, James was just star-struck only being around him. James would point out things like the painting on the wall to the EB or say hello again or something, even though the EB couldn't do anything but put his hands on his face in mock-amazement. James didn't want to leave, though. He just wanted to be around, be next to, THE Easter Bunny. Can you believe it?! The Easter Bunny?! In Winston-Salem?

As an added bonus, when James gave the Easter Bunny a hug as we were leaving the restaurant, he head-butted the EB directly in the crotch.