When we got there, Logan sucked his thumb, whined and shook his head vigorously when I asked him if he wanted to sit with the bunny. Several others picked up on his cue, and before I knew it, kids all around us were wailing.
Finally, I told him the bunny wouldn't bring a fart machine for his Easter basket (yes, that's really what he's getting) if he didn't at least touch its fur so I could take a picture. Here's the end result:
"I'm not getting any closer than this, Mom."