I arrived home to find the house in such complete disarray, it was hard to walk through any room... and no bunny. Because this bunny poops every 10 seconds, I knew that it had to be stuck in something or outside for us not to even find any evidence of him in the house! I started looking inside of things that shut, and I'm happy to say I found Jimmy White-Paw within 5 minutes of being home. (At least in this instance, my mother's genes of being able to find things quickly have been passed on to me.)
So, here is the story:
Brooklyn was playing with the bunny, put it in the toy kitchen fridge, shut the door, and somehow FORGOT she put it in there!!!!!!!!!!!!! She even helped Scott tear the house a part looking for it, while bawling her eyes out! My word, that child can be so spacey. When I found the bunny, she was like, "Oh yeah... I forgot I put him in there." She felt pretty badly. (But then ten seconds later, put the bunny down in the porch and ran outside without shutting the door! Maybe she isn't ready to own a pet...)
Hopefully this bunny survives our crazy home. It is such a cute, soft little thing. At least under the beds and couch, and every closet in our house got cleaned!
Oy! What a day.