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Creeping along the floor, and sneaking around corners, Jamie Hunnicutt finally spotted his prey. It was in the kitchen at the table decorating the last of the Easter Eggs! He dropped to the floor, and inched slowly across the kitchen. Now he sprang up loudly shouting :"Boo!"
”You rat!”
The boy fell out in childish giggles, despite his father's obvious annoyance.
“What … the...” he was losing losing control of his language,” …fuck?!” He glared at his son, pink paint dripping from his hair.
”I’ve always wanted to scare the Easter Bunny."
He took a miffed swipe at his mischievious son. “How'd ya like to get whacked by the Easter Bunny?!”
"I think that's the mafia, Dad.... “ The lopsided smile gave the slight hint of apologetic. “…you thought I was Erin?"
B.J. was not buying, slowly advancing as the boy retreated, backing quickly away… and right into the wall. “Oww!”
"No, Smart Ass! I didn’t think you were Erin. My little girl knows how to behave.” He shook his head in annoyance. But his voice softened as the realization hit him that his kid had just backed into a wall. When the boy's smirk reappeared he continued, “Throw me that towel over there.”
”…and in this corner, we have the pink Tiger!”“I’ll pink you! Stinker!” His usual playfulness completely returned. “Do you enjoy running around trying to scare people?"
"Trying?! Ha! Game set and matched, Dad. You’re just mad because you got bested by a kid."
“Son…..”! He warned through semi-gritted teeth, “Best… you get away from me. I’m trying to finish this and we only have less than two hours before we surprise your sister.”
“Bugger all.”
”and…stop hanging around Tristan.”
“Everyone needs a hobby, Dad. Since you wanted to play the Easter Bunny, I just want to help you look egg zactly like one.”
"Keep it up, Kiddo. We don’t have white wash, but we got a lot of Erin’s finger-paint….” He shot his son a semi no-nonsense warning that was all too familiar.
”Ah! you’re no fun.” ”Perhaps because I was trying to get this done for your sister, and you’ve... ffff…uh….” He momentarily bit his bottom lip …”messed it up….I played the Easter Bunny for you for two years, now it's Sissy’s turn."
”Yeah, I remember when we first starting doing that at Sister Theresa’s. Some of the kids got scared but lots of them liked it.”