My husband is.
As I was packing up the Easter decorations this morning (Yes, I know it’s June. Don’t judge me. Some of those plastic eggs were really well hidden.) I recalled a conversation my husband had with the Easter Bunny just before Easter.
Easter Bunny: “I was thinking I might bring less candy this year and more activity items – like coloring books – for the kids.”
Husband: “I think that’s a great idea.”
Easter Bunny: “Well, E is really fixated on the 101 Dalmations movie right now, so I was hoping to find a 101 Dalmations coloring book for her. I’ve been keeping an eye out during the regular shopping trips and have seen a coloring book for almost every animated movie in existence, but I cannot find one for the 101 Dalmations.”
Husband: “I think you should probably stop looking.”
Easter Bunny: “What do you mean?”
Husband: “I mean, even if you found one, do you really want to get her a coloring book about 101 things that are all black and white?”
I knew there was a reason I married this guy.
(And E likes her Toy Story coloring book just fine.)