Mike still believes in the Easter bunny--just as he did when this picture was taken.

Sweets and presents, without extracting promises for good behavior, and probably female?  What's not to love?

I always thought the Easter bunny was okay, too--though not nearly as lavish in his gift giving as Santa Clause.

We usually woke up to a basket of Cracker Jacks, candies, sugar eggs and a big stuffed bunny rabbit, then went off to church, me and Carlene in dresses she'd made herself the day before.

Here's a picture Betty's daddy took of us one Easter morning.