I used to think that the scariest thing for a small child was the boogeyman, or Leatherface. That was until last Easter. The sheer horror I saw on the youngsters faces as they were being forced into the lap of the Easter bunny made me rethink my stand. The kids were crying hysterically as their parents, upset that they just spent $25 to get pictures that will be carefully placed into colorful frames and cute little snow globes, were shoving and using candy and whatever else they could think of to get their kids to force upwards the corners of their little mouths in a quasi-smile long enough to have their pictures taken with the big furry monster. I think they should have kids take pictures with a real bunny, or a small stuffed bunny. What’s the worst thing that can happen, rabies? But to have a disgruntled balloon artist dressed up like an 8-foot tall bunny, with his ugly middle-aged head visible through the hole in the fur helmet sitting on his head, and smelling more by the minute, and only able to communicate with clumsy waves reminiscent of a bear swiping at a tourists head is frightening to me, so you can imagine what it does to little kids. At least known killers like Jason and Freddy are out in the open and don’t try to hide their motives. When you see them, you run. But with the giant bunny, you don’t know whether you should approach them for a hug, or throw eggs to distract him before running as fast as your tiny little toddler legs will carry you.