"What do you want to do tonight?" I asked. I try to do some sort of project with Alexis every night. It usually involves food or her coloring in her playroom while I pretend to pay attention.
"Hmmmm. . ." she said as she tapped her chin. Seriously. SHE TAPPED HER CHIN WITH HER FINGER. Where the heck did she learn that? The Giant Book of Ridiculous Gestures?
"Can we make a bunny trap?" she finally asked.
"A bunny trap?" I repeated. There's an echo in the car. You can only hear it when I'm confused, though.
"Yeah! Let's make a bunny trap!" she confirmed.
"Do you mean like the leprechaun trap?" I asked. The odds of me repeating any sort of project like THAT any time soon are right around the same as the odds of Mario Lemieux showing up at my front door in the next ten seconds and handing me a bag of gummy bears. I figured I'd humor her for about 13 seconds before I laughed in her face.
"Noooo!" she replied in a voice that made it quite clear she thought I was dumber than an encyclopedia written by Paris Hilton. "I want to catch a REAL bunny," she said.
I lasted about 8 seconds before I laughed in her face. "And what are you going to do with a real bunny?" I asked.
Alexis explained that she wanted to trap one, build it a house, and have it live in her bedroom. I threw out all sorts of references to poop and food and smells and all of the unpleasant things that go with having pets in the house as I tried to convince her it was a bad idea. She was unfazed.
"I want a REAL bunny," she said again and again.
It was on the fiftieth or so repeat that it dawned on me.
Not the "Easter" bunny. A "real" bunny.
Does she think the Easter bunny isn't real? Because I might just need to exploit that next week. BIG TIME.
Mwahahahaha!
