…and find the bike…
…and the leash…
…and the…fire?
(The Ghost Bunny* needed ‘mores, and Grandma and Grandpa are nothing if not accommodating, running right to the store to make sure Ghost Bunny had ‘mores.)
As for the baby, well…she found the table and the Grandma. Need I say more?
*I have no idea who the Ghost Bunny is, or where the idea of the Ghost Bunny came from. On the long drive yesterday, from the backseat, Miss Muffet regaled me with a description of how the Ghost Bunny had hands shaped like (holding her hands in claws) and how his (her? – gender is still in question a bit) favorite food is ‘mores. The other question is just how the young miss knows what ‘mores are…we have never, to my knowledge, had them. I can only attribute it to the fine educational programming from the “broken” TV. (Well, it’s broken now that the weather’s gotten good!) Or perhaps a cousin introduced the idea. Last night, at dinner, everyone got stories of Ghost Bunny. While we ate the ‘mores, we heard more about how the Ghost Bunny was under the table and trying to take her ‘more. I can almost say I love this age. But I’m still too sleep-deprived to be mean it. 🙂
