The following conversation between my 5-year-old daughter M- and my wife J- took place during our multi-state car trip right before Easter, during which my wife indulged in many of her Rhode Island favorites from childhood, including "Easter bread", a very sweet, iced treat:
J- (concerned that the kids have buried and/or crushed the loaf we were taking home, somewhere in the van): Where's the Easter bread?
M- (immediately jumping in, with a "Magical Storytime" voice all cued up): He stays in a nook, faaaaar under the ground...
J- (interrupting, totally confused): What??
Me (realizing the disconnect): No, the Easter BREAD.
M-: OHHHhhhhhhhh!
J- (cutting through the visions of candy and gifts, to the most important matter at hand): So... you don't know where the bread is?
They were definitely very happy to have the Easter Bunny himself leave his beloved nook to visit shortly after this, though he didn't leave us any Easter bread. Just lots of what I could only assume were jelly beans...
You may enjoy my previous M- conversations, J- conversations, and (8YO son) D- conversations.
2 comments:
Ha Ha Ha I love this "magical storytime voice". And the important part was "where is the bread?".
Which of those many Easter breads belongs to the Rhode Island tradition? Curious minds want to know.
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