BUNNY BOY

When my son was little he became attached to his bunnies, Hokus and Pokus.

By the way, he still has them. They are barely holding together. Literally threadbare and no longer resembling anything close to the color yellow. (Since I know he will probably never read this, I will share a little secret - I have a pristine, brand new one that I am saving to give to his first born someday. Good grief, hopefully that’s a looong way off because he’s only twenty-five.)

Today I saw a sweet little bunny on my walk and it didn’t get spooked or run away as I passed. It was amazing. I was no more than three feet away and it simply continued munching as it glanced up at me. I even stopped briefly and said, “Hello,” and it stood its ground.

Anyway, it reminded me of my Bunny Boy.