Exhibit A: The Easter Basket. Kaspar and I went shopping for his loot on Friday afternoon. I know these doings are supposed to happen secretly, but I already feel borderline uncomfortable with Kaspar's Santa Claus obsession (I have never said the dude is real, but Kaspar believes in him by cultural osmosis... And maybe because we somehow have six copies of The Night Before Christmas, which we only recently thought to put away until next December); I'm not about to start pretending there's an Easter Bunny. Plus, I didn't have time to shop until Friday afternoon, when Kaspar was also in my company. In any case, I didn't sweat it. I did put the bags of toys and such away when we got home. Kaspar knew he'd get them on Easter, even if he wasn't totally clear on when (or what) Easter would be.
He'd occasionally ask, "Can I open the Easter Basket?" and we'd tell him, "Not until Sunday!" Then on Saturday our response became, "Easter's tomorrow! You'll get your basket tomorrow." When Kaspar woke up this morning, I said (through my grog) "Happy Easter, buddy" and he asked, "Tomorrow?" I replied, "Today!"-- and it was game time. He jumped out of bed, chanting, "I want to open my Easter Basket right NOW. I want to blow bubbles!"
While he clearly remembered at least one of the items from our shopping excursion, he was surprised and delighted by the presentation-- everything was out of the bags and nested attractively among purple wooden 'grass' shavings in the basket, which I'd placed the night before at his seat at our kitchen table.
Kaspar then jumped on our neighbors' trampoline for most of the afternoon.
Here's a video. Because, why not? (Btw, there's a big safety net around the trampoline, which you can't really see... it's there, though).