Four-year-old Benjamin might be onto something after all. We were at the mall last week. Given Benjamin's nightmarish fear of large furry characters with people inside, I knew to navigate a wide berth between us and the Easter Bunny in the main concourse. As we walked by, Benjamin happened to glance over at all the kids and their parents waiting in line. "What's over there?" he innocently asked. "They're all getting their pictures taken with the Easter Bunny," I informed him. In an attempt to reassure him, I pointed over to where the character was standing and said, "He's way over there. We'll keep our distance." But then, just as we looked over in the Bunny's direction, it was as if the Bunny had psychically felt Benjamin's presence. He stopped what he was doing, turned his creepy fake head and looked straight at us. Somehow -- through the busy crowd of mall-goers -- he focused right upon Benjamin, at which point he eerily raised his white-gloved paw-hand and waved.
In that moment, I think we both peed a little, as I nervously hurried Benjamin along and on our way. I haven't said a word about it to him since.