My Son the Bunny

Been REALLY busy the past few days.  We baptized both of our grandchildren this past weekend.  So, with family in town and a huge celebration at our house, well let's just say I had to put my stories on the back burner.  Of course, family stories and legends have been flying around all weekend.  I really need to keep a piece of paper handy to remember them all.  Seven kids, 31 years of marriage - there are a million of them.  At any rate, I asked "Mommy/Sake" what story she wanted me to tell today - this is her choice.

I may have mentioned a few times that my children are pretty creative.  When "Calvin"  was evaluated for kindergarten, they did an IQ test on him.  I am not going to lie - it made me a little nervous.  Maybe if we combined my IQ with Doc's we could keep up with "Calvin".  Listen, they did not have to tell me it was high.  I had already spent five years with him.  But they did and it changed my viewpoint a little; kind of like when they tell you the square footage of your house and you suddenly know how much cleaning you have been doing.

"Calvin" is/was a challenge. Very creative.  Very active. Very intelligent.  His first grade teacher was amazing.  She knew immediately what she was dealing with and worked very hard to challenge him each day rather than letting him challenge her!  I kept in touch with all of the kids' teachers throughout school and this particular teacher kept in close contact with me.  Double teaming him seemed like a good plan.  There was that one time though, when I let my guard down.

"Calvin" came home from school one day and informed me that he needed to take his bunny costume to school for a play that they were doing.  When "Calvin" and "Mommy" were two and four respectively, I had gotten them to take naps by promising to sew Bugs Bunny Halloween costumes for them as they napped. ( Don't judge me, bribery often works.)  No problem.  I got into the box and got the costume out with the bunny ears rather than the Bugs Bunny head and the felt carrot that went with it.  I bagged it up and sent it to school without a second thought.   I did forget to communicate with the teacher.  I also lost track of the fact that I had sent it.

So, about two weeks later I received a call from the teacher asking me to please come and get the bunny suit.  I asked when the play was and told her I would take it home after I came to the play.  Yep, "What play?"  I had been bamboozled!  Apparently there was no play. "Calvin" would simply put on his bunny suit periodically and wear it in class.  She tolerated it for a while and tried to accommodate his creativity and energy.  The straw that broke the camel's back was when she had to retrieve the carrot from the light fixtures where it had flown. 

Note to self:  communicate and verify before complying with a child's request.  Kids teach us to be so smart!  I love you "Calvin".  You too, "Mommy" for reminding me of this story!