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When I was around four-ish my parents got a huge (well it seemed huge) delivery of rabbits.
All of them were slated to be shipped off somewhere, except for one Rabbit named Fred. Fred was semi-domesticated, and he allowed my brother and I to pet him and carry him around. Mom had no trouble getting us to walk out to the barnyard with her to take care of the Rabbits, because then we got to see Fred.
This only lasted for a couple of days. Due to a slight mix up, Fred got put in the wrong bunny cage and was carried off with the rest of the rabbits. We insisted Dad track down the truck and get Fred back, but since the mix up had happened around 12 hours before it was discovered, Dad was forced to explain the flaw in our plan to us. Dad worked rotating shifts, which meant occasionally there were communication mix ups like this. Mom may have told Dad that Fred had been placed in a different hutch, but that didn’t mean Dad was awake and coherent enough to hear it. It also meant that at times Dad’s sense of humor was really, punchy.
A couple of years later our family had dinner with some church friends. It was the night before Easter, and we were anticipating the arrival of Easter baskets from the head bunny the next morning. As we went zipping down Green Valley drive the tires of our VW bug hit a twig, resulting in a loud THUMP. “Oh No! “Dad exclaimed. “That was the Easter Bunny!” The wails from the back seat quickly clued him in to the flaw of his joke. While the *Changeling and I have a bit of a snarky sense of humor, it was still in development at that point in time. Mom kept reassuring us Dad was joking, while shooting Dad “You IDIOT” looks in the dark he fortunately could not see.
The next morning, we had the usual Easter Baskets, complete with stuffed Bunnies. The Bunnies were kept away from Dad. We might be willing to share our Teddy Bears with him, but he just seemed to have an issue with rabbits he had not worked through quite yet.
Because I do so love to torture the Dad (eventually, my humor caught up) we like to make Bunny Blocks dedicated to his misadventures with Rabbits. The following pattern makes a 24” inch block. Perfect for a wall hanging, or big huge couch pillow. I’m planning to possibly add glow-in-the dark eyes, and make sure it’s placed somewhere near Dad so at night, he KNOWS the Easter bunny is keeping an eye on him. Proving, that much like Elephants, daughters never forget!
*They swear he’s really my brother, but I’m not buying it.
Mari is the owner (and Slave) of Yankee Dutch Quilting. She spends much of her time being bossed around by "Thing One" (her perfect eldest daughter), who may or may not also be her web editor.