Sprinkles, The Lop-Eared Bunny.

How a little, lost, lop-eared rabbit ended up in the front office of our school?  I'll never know, but it did.  At first Mrs. B thought it was "soooo cute"!  Sprinkles lived under her desk and roamed around the front office to everyone's delight.  Then a week went by.  And they did not live happily ever after.   

Daughter's teacher is a hawt, young thang....I'm old enough to be his mommy.  Aaaaaah.   So sad.  Anyway, he's way cool, a really good teacher and can't do enough for the kids.  Guess where Sprinkles lives now?  In Daughter's classroom.  The children get to take turns bringing the bunny home and our turn came quite unexpectedly yesterday.

At pick up time, Daughter comes running out of school, barely able to breathe, "MOMMY, MOMMY, MOMMY!  The kid who was.....take....can't, CAN WE?  CAN WE?  PULLEEEEEEEASEE!"  There was NO saying no.  "Sure Button, go get him."  Daughter pulls her fist down from the sky and gives us a "Ssssweeeet!" that sends the parents waiting for their kids into peels of laughter.  She comes running back out with HYT (hawt young teacher) carrying Sprinkles in a fairly large cage.  HYT says he's staying late and if I don't want to take bunnykins now, I can come back.  Well.  Me being the never-had-a-pet-in-her-life-but-there-isn't-anything-Nutsy-can't-do warrior princess says, "naw, I'll take him now.  Is everything I need to know in that bag you've got there?  Great.  Thank you!  Oh!  Can I hold the cage by the top?"   "Sure!" he says.  Off we go.  HYT is gone and inside the school, we walk about 40 feet when the bottom of the cage drops 3 feet to the ground and Sprinkles' eyes open wide as he realizes "Holy shit! I'm free!!".  Mother of the year here yells, "OH JESUS!!" as 70-100 children start chasing Sprinkles every which way.  Bright red from "cursing" in front of the kids and their parents, I then shout, "NOBODY MOVE."  The kids all freeze, Sprinkles glares at me in the agony of defeat, as I pop the cage top over him.  Now comes the real test.  I've remained fairly calm through this.  Inwardly, I am proud.  Now I must trust my daughter and give her the responsibility she wants.  "Please Mommy.  Let me pick him up and put him back in?"  I contemplate.  It's a big world out here and Sprinkles is a sprite little guy.  "Okay Daughter.  You can do it."  She smiles and goes for it.  Inexperience wins, she lets go and Sprinkles is off and running.  Now you need to understand, I. AM. NOT. A. PET. PERSON.  Not knowing who I am, I calmly reach down and pick up the bunny like a pro!  I pop him and snap on the cage top like I've done it a thousand times.  By now, Daughter's adrenalin is failing and tears are filling her eyes.  We're surrounded by children eight deep and we're unable to move without stepping on 3 or 4 kiddie feet.  Another mom steps in and tells everyone to break it up, show is over.  Oh my Lord.  It was hilarious and I only wish someone had it on video.  We'd be $10,000 richer.  Or is it $100 grand now????

So.  There was a bunny in my sunroom this weekend.  I must admit, he's really, really cute and to see my Daughter so in love with him is adorable.  To watch her pet him and talk to him just fills my heart to the brim.  Not to worry, this too shall pass.  We are NOT getting a bunny anytime soon.  But we certainly enjoyed him while he was here.