Dirty Hare

This is Evany's favorite bunny. In fact, there is no other thing she loves more (including parents, possibly). We've started calling it The Magic Bunny. It goes with her to bed, she takes with her when she gets out of bed, she takes it in the car, and to church, and to the store- Everywhere. It is her comfort. If she's sad, give her the bunny and it all goes away. She has even learned the art of clutching one bunny ear in one hand while sucking her thumb on the same hand and then playing with the hanging strings with her other hand. And yes, it gets disgusting.

So bad in fact that Sunday Doug told me he was embarrassed to bring it out in Priesthood meeting. Doug is not easily embarrassed, but the black tire mark on the head and the positively grey ears and hanging strings were too much for him, so I figured it was time to brave the wrath of Evie and wash the dang bunny. Ahhh... there's the rub... Unless I'm willing to pry the bunny from her "kung-fu grip" and endure the recriminations (in the form of crying and crawling around after me), there is no washing it.

Then yesterday I concocted an evil plan: I waited until she fell asleep during her afternoon nap figuring there were at least three good hours in which I could scrub, bleach, send the bunny through the "stain cycle" on the washing machine, get it dry and in her crib before she woke up. Alas, it was 102 degrees yesterday and she woke up early.

I was startled (downstairs, I might add) by the sound of her wailing in her crib - unheard-of actually. I ran upstairs and opened her door to find her sitting in the middle of her crib looking lost with all her blankets strewn around as evidence of her search for Mr. Bunny.* 'NOW we're pissed!' as our good friend's three-year-old daughter would say. I had failed. And unless we find a "double" it will have to get pretty scrungy again before I wash it. It does look like a brand new bunny though!







*note: Don't ask me how the pink bunny with purple flowers became a "he!"






Picture taken 4/9/07