Getting hit in the face with a bunny


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.

2 Responses to “Getting hit in the face with a bunny”

  1. Sasha

    LOL. Oh, the irony. I hope she doesn’t sleep with anything… heavier 🙂

    • Mel Gallant

      I know, right? One of my friends said on Facebook that DD must have wanted me to guess how much she loves me – by hitting me in the face with that bunny. To the Moon and back, I guess. 🙂

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