This afternoon, I picked up Rabbit from the after school program and she held onto my arm as I signed my name on the clip board by the door. She hugged my arm to her thin chest and rested her cheek on my coat sleeve, walking alongside me down the hall and shuffling her feet as she worked to stay as close to me as she could manage.
I looked down at her and smiled. She tried to keep a solemn face, but I grinned at her and she wiped her hand over her mouth to cover her smirk. Her eyes got wide and she pulled the corners of her mouth down, before giving up and slyly grinning at me.
“No smiling!” I said, pulling a serious face.
She glanced around at the other parents down the hallway and then gave me a sidelong glance. Then she whispered, conspiritorially, one word: “Toilet.”
As we both burst out laughing, people poked their heads out of doorways and children stopped and stared. Rabbit just hugged my arm tighter to her, and we kept walking.
a reminder: back up these posts, print them out, and put them in a fire-proof safe for a 15, 25 and 45 year old rabbit.
That’s what I call a tiny treasure that you will keep with you always…
At age 15 my daughter will look at me and say “duty” or “squirt” and we burst out laughing.
It truly is the simple things!
A gem, Mary. I adore those moments beyond measure.
And there you have it.