Once upon a time, the Easter Bunny brought our son Nick a soft brown bunny in his Easter basket. One night not long after, Nick was having trouble falling asleep. I read to him, I sang to him, I snuggled with him, but nothing was working, and I was getting exasperated. Finally, I grabbed the bunny and said, "Feel how soft your bunny is. I bet if you snuggle him, you'll fall right to sleep."
The bunny worked, and from that point on Nick would not sleep anywhere without his bunny. As a result, the ever-so-originally-named Bunny has traveled from Boston, MA to Honolulu, HI and many points in between. He is no longer very soft, and Nick--now 11--no longer needs to sleep with him, but he still goes wherever the kid goes.
Last summer we decided that we should chronicle Bunny's adventures. First stop--Las Vegas, where we stayed 4 days at the Luxor hotel and casino. Bunny really let his ears down there. After years of being slept on, drooled on, and used as a pillow, can you really blame him?
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
The morning after.
--Diane
--Diane
(Luxor hotel/casino)
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Bunny smokes? Is that an appropriate friend for an 11-year-old???
ReplyDeleteOh! And gambles...?
ReplyDeleteBunny is a grown-up rabbit...it's all legal. He never smokes around the kid. :-)
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