I promise, I didn’t start out to end up with a bunny. But that’s what happened. I am blaming this post from Saturday that was all cute and gorgeous. And filled with bunny.
It got me thinking. How much would Poss love a bunny? I know she would. She has said so often enough. Like every single time a bunny turns up in a book, a movie or on TV. Do you know how many companies use bunnies in their advertising at this time of year?!
Since the ratties died, she has missed having her own pet. So I put it out to twitter. I did some googling. I texted husband (who was at work). He said don’t be so stupid. So I stopped researching. For all of about 5 minutes.
But I couldn’t stop thinking of her face when she saw the bunny.
And we only live once, right?
So began an epic effort to obtain a bunny. At 2pm on Easter Saturday.
Husband was a push over – anything to make his girl happy. My mother proved to be a bit of a downer when I let her in on my plan, sending me about 45 text messages in 15 minutes with all the reasons why we shouldn’t get one. But she too couldn’t get past how happy it would make Poss.
So a Bunny was secured. And safely hidden in the garage.
Then on Sunday morning we followed a trail of eggs the Easter Bunny kindly left out…..
“Oh my GAWD it’s a REAL bunny”
“Now I KNOW the Easter Bunny is real, cause you and Dad would NEVER let me have a bunny”
Yep, he is pretty darn cute!
“Mum do you mind if I talk about how happy I am? The bunny makes me happy”
And yep, that last one. That’s why we ended up with a bunny for Easter.