Sophie and I visited The Bunny Trail after she received four stickers on her Bravery Chart for sleeping all night in her own bed.  Our new Rewards Chart is looking promising.  But more on that later.  Too much other stuff to blog about since my long break.  I’ll try not to chase too many rabbits.  HA HA HA HA!  Rabbits!  Get it?  Bunny Trail?  Easter? 

So first, if you’re wondering what The Bunny Trail is like those who asked me to refresh their memories and tell them where that is—it’s wherever The Easter Bunny is, of course.  So anyway, I’m not so great with all this Bunny stuff.  It’s all new to me.  If you don’t know why you can read my post Santa’s Presents and Christ’s Presence (apparently WordPress has gone wonky on me and WILL NOT link up the post).   Sophie kept asking me if the Bunny talked.  “Uh, yea.  I think?  Well, no I don’t think so.”  Heavy sigh.  “I’m not sure, Sophie.”

I quietly asked the lady behind me in line to meet The Bunny.  No, he doesn’t talk.  Hmmm… I think “he” might’ve had small hands, was a tad skinny and very nuturing.  That’s fine by me.  Not quite as creepy.  Okay, enough of that rabbit, back to The Bunny.  I’m crackin’ you up, huh?

After the excitement and wonderment of getting to meet The Bunny, Sophie appeared to be a bit frightened.  She threw her hands over face and laid her head on her stroller.  She’s a strong little thing.  It took everything I had to pry her head up.  The Bunny was on a quick break.  By the time she he The Bunny got back, Sophie was out of her stroller.  “I’m not scared.  I’m not nervous,” she said waving at The Bunny.

Several minutes and and $19.99 plus tax later…

Sophie & The Bunny

Sophie & The Bunny

Well, I did get four 3×5’s for that price.  Don’t you just love how she squints her eyes when asked to smile big?

So there it is.  Sophie’s first picture with The Bunny.  Sophie told Courtney later that day that she didn’t have to be nervous.  She could just sit on The Bunny’s lap and she’d get an egg.  Funny, Sophie didn’t get an egg.

Courtney asked Sophie if The Bunny was a girl or boy.  “It’s a bunny,” she said.

“Yea, I know,” Courtney said.  “But is it a girl or a boy?”

“It’s a bunny,” Sophie insisted.

“But is it a girl or a boy?”  Courtney wouldn’t let up.

“It’s a BUNNY,” Sophie repeated.  She sounded dumbfounded.  I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew what that word meant.  Anyway, I told Courtney to let it go. 

There are many mysteries about The Bunny that we may never know.  For now, I told Sophie he would bring her candy and treats to put in her basket to celebrate Jesus being alive.  And then I told her all of those pastel eggs are to remind her when she opens them of Jesus’ tomb being empty because He is alive.  But does that mean I need to leave the eggs empty?  Hum, this needs some tweaking.  I figure if he’s gonna’ share in our Easter Celebration, it might as well be Jesus he’s celebrating.  But Sophie thinks he’s waking her up in the morning.  I think I’ll let Joe handle that one.

Now for a different rabbit…. HA HA HA!  I”m killin’ myself!  Seriously, I thought I’d end with a couple more Sophie Sayings.

In the bathtub the other night she said, “I’m constipated.”

Lately, she cracks up hysterically at random nonsense and says, “that is ALARIOUS!”  Oh it is!  It is ALARIOUS!

This evening she asked me what I’m going to be when I grow up.  I said, “a writer.”

“Oh,” she said.  “I’m gonna’ be a horsey.”

Well at least she didn’t say a bunny.

Happy Easter!  Sunday is coming….. Hallelujah!

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