My Chocolate Box Uncle

| Related | June 4, 2014

(I’m four years old and very close to my uncle. He is a notorious prankster. Early one morning on Easter he calls our house and asks to speak with me.)

Uncle: “[My Name], the Easter Bunny came to see you last night! Look outside on your porch. He pooped all over it!”

(I put down the phone and go outside. There is a line of chocolate drops leading from my front door out to the street.)

Me: *getting back on phone* “HE DID COME! HE REALLY DID! AND HE S*** EVERYWHERE!”

Uncle: *laughing at both my reaction and my language* “I told you so!”

(I lost my uncle to a heart attack when I was ten, but I never forgot about the time he drove forty miles to my house in the middle of the night just to try and prove to me the Easter Bunny was real.)

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