Bunny love

Granny sent, among other lovely things, a felted woolen bunny for Fiona just in time for Easter. Fiona loved it--from the tip of its deep brown nose down to its fluffy bunny tail. After a couple hours tying its red scarf every which way on the rabbit, she asked me if she could sleep with it. If only all requests were this easy! "Sure!" I agreed.

Fiona remembered tonight as bedtime approached, and retrieved bunny from her safe "Nora Can't Reach the Button Eyes From Here" resting place, and brought it upstairs. As I tucked her in, Fiona wrapped her arms lovingly around her bunny, then made a quizzical face. "Hmmmm," she said, "it's kind of scratchy, huh?" Guess she wouldn't want to sleep with a sheep, either! But she definitely wanted it to stay in bed with her, so it's now watching her sleep from the next pillow over-- where Nora will hopefully sleep someday should Bun Bun not have permanent dibs.