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Published April 09, 2012, 11:30 PM

'How does a bunny lay an egg?' | Devlyn Brooks' Easter conversation with his son

“Dad?” the Bug asked, after we had sat down for Easter breakfast at our church. “How does a bunny lay an egg?”

By: Devlyn Brooks, INFORUM

“Dad?” the Bug asked, after we had sat down for Easter breakfast at our church. “How does a bunny lay an egg?”

On each table were mini plastic Easter baskets containing plastic eggs.

“Well,” I said, “it’s not the bunnies that lay eggs. … It’s the chickens.”

“But I thought that bunnies were the Easter mascot?” the Bug said. “It’s the ‘Easter Bunny,’ not the ‘Easter Chicken.’”

“Yeah, good point. But the thought of an ‘Easter Chicken’ visiting everyone’s house and dropping off baskets was probably a little more disturbing than a cute, fluffy bunny doing it,” I said. “But both the chicken and the bunny are symbols of Easter, of springtime of a renewal. They both make sense around Easter.”

“But if I were the chicken, I’d feel bad,” the Bug said. “I mean they get hosed.”

“Hey,” I said. “We don’t say ‘hosed’ in church.”

“But, they do,” the Bug continued. “They do all the work and the dumb bunny gets all the credit. I don’t see the bunny laying any eggs.”

“Well, the bunny does deliver everything, doesn’t he?” I said.

“He still gets more credit than he deserves,” he retorted.

“Fair enough, bud,” I said. “That’s one of life’s injustices that I will not be able to make sense for you. Now finish your breakfast so that we can get to church.”

“Dad?” was my reply.

“Yes, Bug,” I said.

“Why are there nails in the eggs?” he asked, cracking open both of the eggs on our table to find square-headed nails inside.

“I can’t say for sure, but I have to imagine that it’s a symbol of Jesus being nailed to the cross,” I said. “That’s what Easter is all about, Jesus rising from the dead.”

“I know, I know,” he said. “But how’d they get the nails?

“Oh, you mean, like, are these nails from Jesus’ time?” I asked.

“Yeah, does the church have connections, or what?” he asked.

“Connections?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “First of all, you watch too much TV. And second, I don’t think the nails are from Jesus’ time. I’m sure someone sells them now.”

“Maybe the church bought them on e-Bay?” he offered.

“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “The church didn’t buy nails from Jesus’ time on e-Bay.”

“Oh …,” he said, his eyebrows narrowing to show that his thinker was doing double-time. “So you’re telling me that the Easter Bunny can come into our house and hide a basket full of candy and eggs laid by chickens and our dogs don’t hear or see anything. … But our church can’t buy nails from Jesus’ time on e-Bay? … I don’t believe it.”

After a long pause, during which I thought through a number of answers, each of which produced even more questions in their own right, I fell upon the only answer that seemed logical.

“You know what, Bug? You got me,” I said. “I can’t argue with that logic. Maybe our church did buy some nails from Jesus’ time on e-Bay.”

… Upon which he smiled he toothy grin and finished his glazed donut.

Devlyn Brooks works for Forum Communications Co. He lives with his two sons in Moorhead.