The Easter Bunny brought me my bunny when I was three. The little guy is
decades a few years old.
My older siblings hated my bunny. Rather, they hated the beast I turned into when I couldn't find my bunny at naptime or bedtime. So I'm told. I simply remember rubbing noses with my little bunny.
Now my very own Velveteen Rabbit has become a family joke. My sister Susie even adds a very nasty adjective when speaking of my bunny. Or when I post a picture of my bunny on her FB page. So, I have a little something for her soon-to-be first grandchild.
Not too bad of a job, if I must say so myself. After running into a technical difficulty, Retro Rabbit needed the bow on the front.
Just in time for Easter!