Turns out I have the emotional sophistication of a four year old.
Bun Bun turned four yesterday. We made her a little house.
It is foam core, and will definitely be destroyed soon, but check out the custom wallpaper I designed.
Mr. Bunny made her a cake. I made some chocolate cream cheese frosting for it, but something horrible happened, and it turned into a species of greasy rubber. I think I overbeat the cream cheese? Anyway, I replaced it with whipped cream frosting. It looks ugly, but tasted delicious.
Of all the many epicurean delights we’ve exposed her to, she choose spaghetti for dinner. Hell, I get that–I like spaghetti.
Oldest Friend gave her this awesome roller coaster. Bun Bun described it as her favorite present ever. Thanks a lot for stealing the show, Oldest Friend.
I love her SO MUCH.
Since we’d just been talking about birth and uteruses and suchlike, this morning I told the babies about their new sibling.
Bun Bun’s response: NOOOOOO! NO THANK YOU! TWO [children in the family] IS ENOUGH!
She seemed to feel a lot better when she understood that this would not be happening for a long time.
Later she asked: Where will the baby sleep? We don’t have enough rooms.
This parallels my own reaction pretty well. NOOOOO! TWO IS ENOUGH! Where will the baby sleep? We don’t have enough rooms.
Bunlet, meanwhile, was oblivious. I asked him if he had any questions.
Bunlet: Why did you take Bun Bun’s orange juice cup away?*
*Because she was done with her orange juice.