Some Bunny Special, Or, Saturday Morning at 5:49am
My daughter called me. Giggling.
"Mama, I got the cookie. And the card says, 'Your mom thinks you're some bunny special.'"
I explained to her that I had won the cookie from a giveaway on Pink Martini's site. That Pink Martini makes these cookies and decorates them herself. How cute they are. That no, I had not suddenly gained skills to do this kind of thing. That Pink Martini, being a mom herself, had volunteered to make 2 cookies, although I'd only won one, just so that neither of my children felt left out. We talked about what the cookie looked like, how it had a pearl necklace on, and that the ear had broken in transit, but she didn't mind.
I IM'd my son.
Mother: Did you get the cookie?
Mother: How is it?
Week passes. We IM again.
Mother: Did you get my email to take a picture of the cookie?
Son: I ate it.
Happy Easter to those who celebrate Easter, and I hope those celebrating Passover have had a wonderful week and great Seders.