Yeah, that one.
Anyway, Daddy saved it and then he and Lila pet it and held it just long enough for its wild animal diseases to rub off on my daughter. But despite my concerns about Lila contracting Wild Bunny Hoof and Mouth or whatever, I was at least amused enough to take pictures. Lila kept saying to the bunny, "You have a little face? You have a little nose? You have a little tail?" It was pretty cute.
After much gushing and petting and squirming (on the part of the bunny), they released it into
And then I made her wash her hands for 17 minutes. Can't be too careful, you know.
Since then, she'll randomly inform me, "We found a bunny. He's with his mommy."
I hope that little thing makes it. Mostly I hope I don't find it half-eaten in the backyard. If I do, I'm locking the dog in the laundry room until the Husband comes home to clean things up.
On an unrelated note, I snapped these pictures today of Lila and Future Husband Jude (whose name she says in a French accent - with the J sounding like the letter "s" in the word vision). Just before I took these pictures Lila was yelling his name and wagging her hand at him in a demanding way so that he would come hold it. As you can tell, he seemed happy to oblige.
|this one's blurry, but I love how she's looking at him|
Okay, so maybe I'm beginning to sound a bit creepy. But even if it's not Jude she marries, I pray she marries someone with those qualities - someone who is willing to protect her, provide for her, compliment her, comfort her, take care of her, and maybe even take notice of a new outfit she is wearing. Hmm, now that I write out that list, I guess I'm praying she marries someone just like her Daddy.
Even if that means a lifetime of befriending wild (and possibly disease-laden) animals together.