So my son went to a cooking class today, and they made easter bunny cakes.
He comes home, and we have it sitting in the kitchen. We’re in the living room, when he disappears. I go in a minute or two later to see what he is doing.
He’s at the Easter Bunny cake, and has ripped it to shreds with his bare hands. He’s busy punching the ripped up cake as I walk in.
I ask him what he is doing.
“KILLING IT.”, he yells in a bloodthirsty tone.
Kids do say the darndest things!