When Mom, Dad, our house guest Patty and I rode into the driveway in dad's Sweet Pickles van after dinner tonight, there were two rather large bunnies running through the dark across the lawn.
Coming into the house, I got Oliver to let him outside. "Are you taking Oliver out?" my Mom asked. Yes, I told her.
"Well, be careful of the B.U.N.N.Ys" she said as we headed out the side door of the house.
I thought about it a moment and burst out laughing. First at the way she spelled it, second at the fact that she spelled it at all. I don't know that Oliver even knows what a bunny is, let alone realize that at the sound of it's name, he'd been tipped-off. I mean, he might perk-up at the sound of "walk" and "treat". But, "Bunny"? No.
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