Yesterday as I was getting out of the shower, Bill excitedly whispered, "Come lookit our kid, quick!"
This is what I saw:
A giant, pink rabbit had taken up residence on my kid's head (her name is Lola, by the way — the pink rabbit, not my kid).Moments later when I went in to make sure Mar was up, this is what I found:
Bill had been lured in by the wiles of the giant, pink rabbit named Lola. I love that the enormo-fat cat Ella Fitzgerald, didn't move a muscle when Bill got into the twin bed with a gangly 5-year-old, a 4-foot rabbit and about 25 other stuffed animals which we call Mar's "guys."
This was the scene this morning:
Like the siren's song, the lure of the Lola can not be resisted. Rest assured that even though Lola isn't in the picture, she's in the bed. Because, really, what 5-year-old can sleep without a 4-foot, pink rabbit.
2 comments:
Too bad it isn't a pink cat. I'd never let Uber hear the end of it!
He's definitely secure in his manhood. That's for sure.
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