Abunnydance!

You know you've had an eventful Easter morning, when you've been soaking your hand in acetone for thirty minutes and it's only 7:30. The kid was up at the crack of dawn. The scavenger hunt is already a distant memory. And you're on your way to the early service at a church you like to crash on earthy holidays.

My husband has suggested that our Bunny might be Bulgarian, as there are a few grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and he insists that wind chimes don't clack in the US because they are not made of wood. Maybe Bulgarian Bunny is actually Up-in-the-Wee-Hours-of-the-Morning-Bunny, trying not to think loudly enough to wake up the sleeping telepathic little boy. Hero is correcting the mistakes, saying, "Oh this little bunny is so cute" as he proofreads.

Hero is so telepathic, he answers people's inner unspoken thoughts out loud. For example, when my friends babysit, they notice that he replies to things they are thinking but decide against saying. If I catch myself thinking too loudly, I say "stop listening" in mind head, and he says, "What?" out loud. It always cracks me up. I try to be covert about my inner thoughts, like at bedtime, when he takes a while to sleep and my mind wonders. My technique is like wrapping up my thoughts in space age material to avoid letting any heat escape my body so his 'infrared' cannot detect me. He still wants to sleep next to me every night, but when he was a baby, the only way I could get him to sleep because he nursed to sleep until last week, was to bring my heart rate and all vital signs down to a snails pace, so that he thought I was in a very very deep sleep. I always pretended to be dead growing up, so I had years and years of practice to outwit my cunning and co-dependent toddler.