Monday, April 13, 2009

Thirsty Rabbit, water is for plants!

Mondays are the day I run around town attempting to do all the things that should have been done the previous week. I buy groceries, go to bank, the post office, the dry cleaners and anywhere else I have business. Reagan goes to Kidz Day Out (again, apologies for the incorrect spelling of Kidz) where she lives large playing with 20 of her closest friends. We both thrive from this time apart. I get writing done. She finger paints. I fold clothes. She bickers lovingly with Judah over toys. I go to the bathroom without an audience. She puts on puppet shows. It's a great system and the benefits are endless. The latest joy to come from this arrangement is a new member to our household.

Reagan recently made a "Chia Pet" out of a black sock filled with potting soil and grass seed. She is a bunny rabbit with googly eyes and a pink bow holding back her ears. Reagan made her at Kidz Day Out, of course and we all watched with fascination as the sock slowly but surely produced green "fur" as the grass grew in over the last few days. The bunny sits on the floor by all the other plants soaking up the sunshine from our big south-facing glass doors. I've been watering the rabbit on my own until this weekend.

Saturday I told Reagan, "It's time to give your bunny something to drink, Sweetie." She looked at me with a puzzled expression on her mouth and said, "What?" I filled a glass with water and poured it on the rabbit's back. "I said, let's give your rabbit something to drink. She's thirsty." Reagan stared at the rabbit and then at me and finally said, "Rabbit no thirsty, Mommy. Rabbit no drink. Rabbit has no mouth!" She pointed at her little bunny's face with emphasis.

And she's right. Her rabbit is certainly lacking a mouth with which to drink. I attempted to explain what I meant to our little Miss Literal but finally gave up. She can be stubborn sometimes and goodness knows where she gets that. I said, "Ok, Reagan. You're right. Your rabbit does not have a mouth. She can't take a drink. Let's wash her fur with this water, shall we?" That seemed to satisfy her so today when she gets home from Kidz Day Out, her rabbit will receive another bath on her green, furry back. I'll do my best not splash her eyeballs or the spot where her mouth should be.

Note to self, either don't encourage her to believe the sock filled with soil is an actual rabbit or accept from the start that you're going to have absolutely mind boggling conversations with your two and a half year old about bunny parts and green fur.

Sunday, April 12, 2009