"Mom?" Poke poke poke. "Mom? Can the Easter Bunny still come? I mean, with the virus... can the Easter Bunny still come? He'll be six feet away from us because we will be asleep. Right?" Tiny voice, big eyes. My little boy, all swagger and "Dude, that's epic!" one minute, and worried about the Easter Bunny the next. So big, and so little, and so lost in our new world. Looking for something to hang hope on. "Yes, Sweetie. Bunnies are not quarantined. The Easter Bunny will still come." "Mom?" "Mom – maybe we should wipe the basket handle off? Just in case?" And my heart breaks.