Bunny is a girl who knows what she wants. And when it comes to drinks, she prefers chocolate milk. Warm chocolate milk.
When she was about two, Bunny went out to lunch with Papa (her grandpa). When the waitress asked Bunny what she wanted to drink, Bunny didn’t hesitate:
BUNNY: Chocolate milk warm. WAITRESS: Huh? PAPA: She wants chocolate milk, warmed. Not too hot, not too cold. WAITRESS: Oh. I don’t think we can do that. BUNNY: Put it in the microwave. Push the button.
Our yard is in bloom with wild roses, bluebells, and various other wildflowers. Over the past week, Bunny has been picking flowers almost every day, and then saving the flowers in a basket.
Yesterday, Bunny and I went to pick some wildflowers. I commented that I thought her flowers were very beautiful. She told me:
Bunny: Yeah. They're for my wedding. I'm getting married today. It's pretend, I think.
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Wednesday, Bunny spent most of the day wrapped up in her own little world and imagination. From magic potions that turned me into a horse, to chocolate chip soup, to imaginary flying bunnies, it was fun to watch her adventures unfold.
My favorite imaginary game was the store. Apparently, her store was having a popsicle sale. She called it “Popsicle Wednesday”. Bunny found some popsicle molds, and “made” some for us to share. The flavors ranged from grape and orange to the more exotic “Strawberry Banana Canoe” and “Fun Dip Vanilla”.
Her favorite of the flavors? “Rainbow Bunny”. When I asked her about it, she assured me that it was very good.
Mommy Bunny: Really? Bunny: Yeah. It tastes just like bunny!
When Bunny was two-and-a-half, our family went to a club convention. About three hundred of our closest friends were there.
We were trying to potty train her, and it was difficult. She knew the mechanics, and she would pee her little potty at home, but not in a strange potty. And no matter how much we praised her for it, pooping in the potty was totally out of the question.
I took Bunny with me to the restroom when I had to go. The public bathroom was packed to capacity. When it was finally our turn, I asked her if she wanted to pee. She thought about it, and even got her pants down. But in the end, she decided against it. So, I went. Bunny then announced the following to the forty women in the bathroom:
Bunny: Do you see my butt? I see Mommy’s butt. Mommy pooped in the potty. Yay, Mommy! I'm so proud!
