When I was a little girl, every Sunday my family of six would put on their best clothes and go to Sunday School and then church. The kids in elementary school would all 1 together to sing songs, and then later divide into groups 2 on their ages.
One Easter Sunday, all the kids arrived with big eyes and big stories about what the Easter Bunny had brought. While all of of the kids shared their stories with 3 , one young boy, whom I would call Bobby, sat 4 . One of the teachers, 5 this, said to him, “And what did the Easter Bunny bring you?” He replied, “My mom locked the door 6 so the Easter Bunny couldn’t get 7 .”
