Easter revelations

This was an actual conversation we had on Easter morning over breakfast. I feel that I MUST tell you it was an actual conversation and I am not making this up. There are an awful lot of conversations in our house that go along these lines.

Cecil! Is that you?

Sassy ignored the policy about speaking with food in her mouth to ask the following question, “Can I have a bunny for Easter?” I’m certain she directed this question to me rather than her father as I’m the crazy person about acquiring animals.

“No,” I told her. I’m still sane although people who read this blog can file a complaint if they believe that I am lying about this.

“If I did have a bunny, I’d name him Bunbun.”

“That’s a stupid name for a bunny,” I told her with derision.

“Oh,” she said. “What would you name your bunny?” This holds constant fascination for her – what I’d name imaginary animals.

“Cecil.”

My son threw his fork on the table and look at me like I was the stupidest person EVER. “Cecil? That’s not a name for a bunny. That’s a name for an otter.”

Of course he’s right.