The Easter Bunny frightened Philip. That was the reason we went outside.
We had arrived at the lodge promptly at nine o’clock as advertised on the signs. We had registered for the community Easter egg hunt and then eaten our pancakes (me) and sausage links (Philip). We lingered at the table waiting for the hunt to begin, but Philip grabbed me by the hand after several minutes. We took our tray to discard the remains of our breakfast. That’s when Philip spotted the Easter bunny. He stood rigid, unable to look away, but not wanting to go any closer. Finally, he could take the sight of the costumed stranger no more and led me out the door.
Other parents and children were gathered out front waiting for the hunt to begin. A brief announcement by volunteers had given them hope that it would start soon. Philip wasn’t interested. He was leading me to the car.
I convinced him to take a walk with me. The last time we were at the lodge had been before Christmas, so I had not explored the area around it. I noticed a playground, so I led Philip there.
Philip dashed from one spot to another, checking out all of the equipment. I couldn’t figure out why the other parents just stood waiting with their kids. I suppose they were afraid they would miss the start of the egg hunt.
The air was chilly coming off the lake, but the sun was bright. Still, I didn’t want Philip to get sick, so I announced, “One more time down the slide.” Up the ladder and down the slide he went, then he ran off toward the car. I caught up with him before he reached the parking lot. The other families were still waiting in front of the lodge, but Philip and I had other things to do. The library awaited and then a lazy day of not competing with others over plastic eggs.