Tonight, as we sit down to crack the spines on the new books, our eldest asks, "How does the Easter bunny know our sizes?"
"Yeah," her younger sister chimes in, "or what kind of books we're into?"
Pause, pause, while I think, This is it. We're busted.
Their stares are decidedly skeptical.
But then, lo and behold, before I get the chance to put my foot in my mouth, elder daughter says, "You told him, didn't you?"
"Yep, she told him," confirms her sister.
And that is that.