Not just any bunny….

This week, whilst out on an innocent, everyday shopping trip to the local mall with Little Miss O, Mr O and I found ourselves in the midst of a mini-drama.

As a parent you become accustomed to the fact that the threat of a toddler related mini-drama is a constant one. Whether it’s an exploding nappy situation in the middle of a restaurant, a total bat-shit-crazy meltdown in the supermarket, or a display of highly embarrassing and inappropriate behaviour in front of strangers (Mummy, why does that woman have a beard?) you are always on high alert.

But this week we were floored by the level of the mini-drama. This week the absolute unthinkable happened. We bloody well lost ‘Bunny’.

Bunny, to give you a bit of background, is not a ‘real’ rabbit in the eyes of most. He’s made of cloth for starters. He doesn’t really like carrots (although according to Little Miss he does like biscuits and chocolate.) And he’s pink (we believe he’s ‘in touch’ with his feminine side.)

He and Little Miss have been ‘best friends’ since she was a few weeks old. Despite having a million other soft toys to choose from there was something about Bunny that Little Miss fell in love with from the start. And for the last two years he’s been her constant companion. She sleeps with him, eats with him, talks to him, won’t go anywhere without him.

And we bloody well lost him. In the sodding mall. One minute he was there, sitting on her lap in the buggy. And the next minute, faster than you could say ‘what’s up doc’ – poof – he’d vanished.

‘For the love of God’ I hear you cry ‘why don’t you have a back-up bunny?!?!’ Well we do. We have two in fact. But as any parent of a child who has a favourite ‘comforter’ will tell you, kids ain’t stupid and they can sniff out an imposter a mile away. (Quite literally because no matter how many times you manage to sneak the original one into the washing machine it will always stink.)

So now here we are. An ashen-faced Mr O (he was pushing the buggy, so you can see if this doesn’t end well exactly where the blame might lie…) a now slightly tearful Little Miss, as the reality of losing her soul-mate starts to kick in (he’s my best friend in the whole wide world, sob) and me, trying to stay calm and not go down the blame route (well you were pushing the sodding buggy FFS…..!!!)

We re-trace our steps and find ourselves in Boots. It’s a sizeable shop. And it’s busy. But we manage to collar an assistant and plead for help. She’s lovely. And a mum. And she totally gets it. She rounds up the troops and before we know it we have a full-scale man/bunny hunt underway.

We search aisle after aisle and my heart starts to sink. And I think of poor little pink bunny, lying lost underneath the tampon stand forever more. Or being swept up with the rubbish and being doomed to a life in a dumpster. Or worse still, being snatched up by some horrid, monster of a child who will draw on his face with felt-tips and tug his ears till they fall off. (Like that little sh*t that abducts ‘Ted’ in the movie).

Suddenly, one of the troops shouts ‘HE’S BEEN SPOTTED!!!’ ‘Someone saw him lying here on the floor a few minutes ago!’ Relief floods through me ‘He’s in here!!!’ I shout ‘HE’S IN THE SHOP!!!!’ And then I see him. Our sweet little, smiley faced, pink bunny. Sitting a-top the Clinique counter. I guess he really is in-touch with his feminine side after all.

It’s only later, after much jubilation and bunny hugging has taken place, that I realise quite how special Bunny is. Not just to Little Miss, but to me. Every important event – he’s been there. Nearly every photo we have of her – he’s in it. He’s not just a toy. He’s part of the family. And one day, when she flies the nest and is way too grown-up to fall asleep with Bunny clutched tightly in her chubby little hands, I’ll probably fall asleep with him in mine.

A few days later, her and I pop back to the mall. ‘Now listen’ I say as I strap her and Bunny into the buggy ‘hold on tight to Bunny. We can’t lose him again. Poor Bunny must be so scared after he got lost last time’ She leans forwards and gives me a sympathetic pat on the arm ‘Mummy’ she says ‘he IS just pretend remember…..’!!!

 

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22 thoughts on “Not just any bunny….

  • August 14, 2016 at 8:51 pm
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    Hahaha!! Brilliant! Half way through I felt like I had lost bunny with you. What a relief that he was found! Phew! And when Little Miss has finished with him you can have all to yourself 😉 Maybe he should be chipped, you can’t risk this happening again.
    p.s love how toddler dramas can cause adult couples to row or blame each other. lol.

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    • August 14, 2016 at 9:01 pm
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      I honestly, hand on heart, could have cried when we lost him and cried even more when we found him!!! Chipping is a great idea – you may have just had your ‘Dragons Den’ moment …..;)

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  • August 15, 2016 at 1:30 pm
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    Love this and so very true.

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    • August 16, 2016 at 8:18 am
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      Ah thanks so much 💗

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  • August 15, 2016 at 8:41 pm
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    Love this! Every parents nightmare brought to life. Love, love the end. You have gotta love them xx

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    • August 16, 2016 at 8:19 am
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      Thanks – so glad you enjoyed the read. And yes – they say the absolute funniest things don’t they? She literally cracks me up every single day! 💗

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  • August 29, 2016 at 5:31 pm
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    So glad you found him! We lost our little girl’s teddy (well actually my father in law did!) and he was never found! I eventually managed to persuade her that a new, much cleaner one was the original one back from a holiday! Lol #brillblogposts

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    • August 29, 2016 at 6:45 pm
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      Haha that’s a genius idea! I’ll remember that in case (heaven forbid) we ever lose him again! 🙂

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  • September 3, 2016 at 2:47 pm
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    Oh gosh, my heart was in my mouth for a bit there, I felt like I was on the hunt for bunny with you! My son has ‘dog-dog’, but although he’s very attached to him, he’s only interested in him at bedtime. My nephew on the other hand has an elephant comforter – when my sister realised he was becoming a favourite, she got straight out and bought 3 more and kept swapping them out, so they all have the smell! So pleased you managed to find bunny safe and sound – I’m always drawn to the Clinque stand too! Thanks so much for joining us at #SharingtheBlogLove – we’d love to see you again next week!

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    • September 4, 2016 at 10:55 pm
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      Ah you see that’s where I went wrong – should’ve integrated the ‘newbies’! thanks so much for hosting #SharingtheBlogLove – really enjoyed the great variety of posts & will most definitely be back next week 😉

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  • September 5, 2016 at 9:33 pm
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    I was really worried for a minute! When a child is this attached to a toy it can be like having another child out with you panicking every 5 minutes where it is! My girls don’t just have 1 favourite that they have loved forever, they go in and out of favour. But the one that is the one at that moment, its more than my life is worth to loose it!!! Thank you for joining us at #SharingtheBlogLove x

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    • September 9, 2016 at 9:46 pm
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      Hilarious aren’t they! Love it when they roll their eyes and go all ‘adult’ on you like ‘oh mum, don’t be SO silly’!!!!

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  • September 9, 2016 at 2:51 am
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    I enjoyed reading this, made me laugh out loud! I love the ‘HE’S BEEN SPOTTED’ haha #SharingtheBlogLove

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    • September 9, 2016 at 9:46 pm
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      Ah thanks so much – glad you enjoyed 🙂 x

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  • September 9, 2016 at 9:22 am
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    I used to walk round like I was waiting for a bomb to explode sometimes, I remember the day my daughter lost her dummy (no big deal you’d think?) wow. Kids! Ha ha. Sarah #SharingTheBlogLove

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    • September 9, 2016 at 9:48 pm
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      I know – I’m really quite paranoid about it now! Need an extra eye for ‘bunny watch’!!!!

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  • September 9, 2016 at 1:35 pm
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    Oh we’ve been here! Twice in a week with both daughters! It’s awful, the panic is real! I’m please you found him. We also have a pink ‘Mr Rabbit’ in touch with his feminine side, apparently his blanket is a dress.
    #SharingtheBlogLove

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    • September 9, 2016 at 9:50 pm
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      Hahaha brilliant – love it! Bless the feminine rabbits – little pink troublemakers!!! 😉

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  • September 10, 2016 at 7:06 pm
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    Such a lovely post! My 14 month old hasn’t got attached to anything yet, but I’m dreading it if he does! I quite understand your torment as well, because as children grow up we hold onto the little things. I hope you celebrated with some cake 😉 x #SharingtheBlogLove

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    • September 11, 2016 at 6:21 pm
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      Ah thanks so much. You’re so right! Mr O think it’s hilarious the things I hold onto – refuse to get rid of certain outfits, favourite toys, especially anything connected to ‘first times’ Oh god yes – any excuse for cake right? 😉 X

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