Mr Bunny goes to Washington DC

"Bunny" taking in the sights at the World War 2 Memorial Fourth of July Week in Washington DC.

What happens in Vegas...

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

(Luxor hotel/casino)