Gosh i'd like to have a dog. I'd walk it, and feed it and clean up after it and chew on its ear. I want one just like this stuffed toy one I have.
Wowa, never mind.
Um . . . Mama . . . there is a three foot tall bunny in my bed. I'm not too sure about it. Dad told me to steel it at Aprils birthday party, so I snuck it under my onesie and into my car seat. That was all well and fine, but, well, now it's in my bed and I'm not too sure about the decision now. It's pretty weird looking, and despite its name, the Chocolate Easter Bunny, I can assure you bunch of dummies, it's PLASTIC, and completely non edible.
HELLO!? Is any one listening to me? I SAID . . . There is a three foot tall plastic bunny in my crib and it keeps looking at me funny. Does anyone else think this is strange?
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