Buba

For those of you who know Annie, she has this bunny that somehow has been named "BunBun", "Buba" according to her, she can't quite say BunBun as of yet- regardless, she is quite attached- so much so that several months ago we decided to order another one of these special bunnies so that we could wash one without her having to go without. Up until now we've been quite careful to never let BunBun #1 be in close vicinity of BunBun #2...one can surely can see where this is going...

Annie loves to help me do the laundry, so there we were the day before we left for Thanksgiving, standing in front of the washer and all the sudden I realized that #2 was in there!! Blimie! I distracted her, quickly chucked the bunny into the dryer and slammed the door shut- thinking to myself all the while that I was safe. Nope. As we started the dryer all the sudden I hear her shrieking, "Buba, Buba, Buba....". I look at Annie and she has this look of absolute horror on her face and just keeps repeating the poor bunny's name. At that moment I notice that at the very front of our front facing dryer is #2, flopping in circles with each rotation. Foiled!! She still is saying, "Buba, Buba, Buba, Buba..." with that terrible look on her face when I notice that #1 is lying on the floor in the kitchen. I diverted her attention to this one and we quickly left for a walk- all the while I'm hoping that she would forget the whole debacle. Apparently not. Later that afternoon we're back in the laundry room and even though the dryer had since been emptied, she places both hands and her nose on the window of the dryer and starts in with her mantra again, "Buba, Buba, Buba".

So, now we're back from Thanksgiving and I think the whole thing is behind us until today. #1 was in the laundry and she had #2 in her possession. But, somehow #1- the one that was supposedly in the laundry basket- made it out and they were reunited in the middle of the kitchen floor. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the look on Annie's face, it was as if she was having this slow motion out of body experience as she stood there taking in the situation. "Buba, Buba, Buba....", was all the poor child could say. I swiped up one of them and tossed it into the laundry room, but she clearly was not going to fall for it. So this leaves me wondering, do we just unabashedly disclose both BunBuns or do we continue this sloppy charade?....I'm so ashamed. Any suggestions? I'd love to hear them...