C is for Easter Cow
This is really a post about my roommate's family, but she doesn't have a blog and the story needs to be told.
My roommate's dad seems very quiet and unassuming, but he has a wry sense of humor. Growing up, he always told his kids that it was the Easter Cow that brought candy at Easter time.
As was inevitable, my roommate one day was over at a friend's house around Easter and discovered—horrors!—that their family believed in something called an Easter Bunny.
Very upset, she went home and explained the whole distressing situation to her father, who assured her that it was, indeed, an Easter Cow and not an Easter Bunny. And a few of days later, he took her out to the back porch to show her a (small) pile of manure with a couple of hard-boiled Easter eggs in it. Proof indeed that the Easter Cow was afoot*. Happy Easter!
*Or possibly "ahoof." Also, my roomie's dad used to say "refrigigator" instead of "refrigerator," just to see if his kids would pick it up. To this day she sometimes has to think before she says the word.