Well, needless to say, since Santa Clause didn't go well at Christmas, I KNEW the Easter Bunny was not going to be a big hit. However, Jeremy's form of torture won on that day so he took her to go see the fuzzy bunny. As you can tell, it was way worse than Santa. As soon as she got off his lap and into Jeremy's arms she was waving at him and saying bye-bye. We also went to brunch with my dad's family today for Easter and they had the Easter Bunny walking around. If he even looked in her direction she would stop what she was doing, scream, and run to Jeremy to bury her head in his shoulder. Poor thing. She's traumatized!