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.
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.