My daughter threw her stuffed Guess How Much I Love You bunny rabbit at me this morning. (Yes, I see the irony.)

I sat down on her bed to wake her up. Per the norm, I expected a groggy but somewhat happy morning greeting.

Instead, out of nowhere the bunny came flying at me.

The last thing I remember before being smucked in the face was that she sat up. Seriously, this kid must be developing the reflexes and pitching arm of a Major League baseball player.

I sat there stunned while DD stared at me with doleful eyes.

I don’t know why she threw Rabbit at me. She went to bed happy. No tantrums, no fussing last night. I asked her why but didn’t get a response. Almost like she expected me to know the reason. Hmm…

We did have a super busy weekend though, and I have to wonder if she is reacting to feeling rushed from one activity to the next. It isn’t our norm to have such a jam-packed weekend.

Maybe she didn’t want to wake up. Maybe she was expressing her two-year-oldness in all its glory. I really don’t know.

But wow, can she make that bunny fly.

I present to you, Exhibit A.