For He has risen.
A grandchild’s voice is like a drug around here. One of those tykes calls, one of those rare times, and suddenly there are smiles and laughter and bright eyes. The five-year-old boy twin is particularly funny. Nana is like a mythical creature, daddy’s mommy, so she is a unicorn among senior citizens. Reserved for special occasions. Special occasions like Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays and every other Mother’s Day. And Easter.
That child, last time I saw him, couple months ago, looks like a Mexican Campbell’s Soup kid on a red-and-white can. Lustrous black-black hair. And the smile. Either gonna be a used car salesman or a movie star. Maybe a Transformer. Makes you happier just to look at him. Of course, I don’t have to live with him every day and take care of him every day, feed him, clothe his growing butt and explain to him, why. Because.
So, Nana always answers the phone. Best few people as necessary talk to DooDah.
Figure he knocked somebody out and something over to get to the phone. He’s excited and screaming into the phone, Happy Easter, Nana! Happy Easter. Guess what the Easter Bunny brought me?
I can hear him across the room from her phone. Sounds to me like he’s bit the ears and ass off a half-dozen solid milk chocolate bunnies, maybe a few Peeps.
What did the Easter Bunny bring you?
He brought me a water cannon. I don’t know why he brought me a water cannon. I didn’t ask for a water cannon. I don’t need a water cannon. I don’t know why the Easter Bunny would bring me a water cannon. Do you know why, Nana?
Maybe the Easter Bunny thinks it’ll be hot this summer and you might want to cool off your sister.
You’re so smart, Nana. I love you.
And guessing he then heads off into the yard because some color eggs have been reported missing.
Suddenly, Nana has energy. Smiling and walking around a little in the air like she’s just fallen in love with her second husband, her forever husband. All over again. A grandchild’s voice is like a drug around here.
I always try to have sex each Easter. Think of it as a religious experience.
A water cannon. What the hell was the Easter Bunny thinking?
