The little white and brown bunny that my mom gave Lucy as a baby. The bunny that she's been curling her wee baby body around as soon as she knew how to.
The bunny that's been everywhere. That's necessary. That - when she can't find it - gets shouted for imperiously as she wanders through the house looking for it.
The bunny that's been stuffed in shopping carts, left in cars, and clutched in the stroller on the way to the park.
The bunny that's been chewed on, sucked on, and dragged around so much that it's grey. And - frankly - smelly.
Correction: these bunnies.
You're welcome for pre-emptively averting a Lost Bunny Crisis of epic - EPIC - proportions.
