Sunday, April 4, 2010

The Chocolate Bunny

            We don’t feed Celia things with sugar. I’ve never personally seen her eat chocolate, although I hear that my parents have given some to Celia. But somehow she knew.
            Yesterday, our friend gave us a chocolate-covered-apple in the shape of a bunny for Easter. Celia started to exclaim, “Bunny! Bunny!”
            I said, “Nobody touches this till Easter,” and I hid it in the pantry.
            When church was over, I said to Michelle, “I think it’s time for the bunny.”
            “Take pictures,” was all the said.
            “Celia, look what I have.” I pulled the bunny out of the pantry.
            “Bunny! Bunny!”
            I unwrapped it and put it on the table. “It’s all yours,” I said, and pulled out the camera.
            Celia crawled up onto a chair, pulled the bunny a little closer, leaned over, and took a big bite out of its left ear. Incredible! How did she know? To this day, I have no idea. Instinct? Smell? Or something deep inside the human spirit that tells us all that chocolate, in any of its forms, is really good stuff.

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