It was 10:30 Wednesday night before Good Friday. The Boy asked me to take him to Kinko's to get a package of red card stock for student council to print out invitations to an event they are organizing.
We drove along Tyrell. As we neared the park, a little animal was running away ahead of us. I slowed down. The animal had light brown and white fur. It did not scurry and dart the way squirrels do, it was not limber and fast the way cats are, it was kind of skipping and hopping. We got closer. We saw a white cotton tail.
It made it to the lawn under a tree, it sat up to watch us and waited for us to pass. We slowed down to take a good long look. We saw long ears perched on a head. It was definitely a rabbit. We drove by without alarming the rabbit.
- What's a rabbit doing out at night? said The Boy.
- That's your Easter Bunny, Boy, I said.
The Boy smiled and didn't say anything. I knew a part of him was dissing me for saying that, but a part of him appreciated that I said it. Regardless, he was glad we were alone in the car when none of his friends were around. I actually don't think any of his friends would have minded. In fact, I think they would have appreciated it too.
It was still a bonding moment of sorts with The Boy.
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How bazaar is that! last Monday daughter #3 looked out our side window and said "look mom, the rabbit is back" I must explain "back" We hadn't seen the bunny all winter long and concluded that the fox who prances through our back yard on a regular basis had him for an evening meal along with the missing stray cats. Oddly, I don't miss the cats (as I own a few myself) but the rabbit worried me. It seems there is an Easter Bunny afterall.
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