On this day before Po's first day of Kindergarten, my sentimental (psycho) side is coming out, and Po's entire life is flashing before my eyes as if he's marching to his doom in the morning. I am quite excited to hear from him how his day goes, and he couldn't be more excited. I'm doing my best to not rain on his parade. It's all about him. Not all about me. Right?
When we were driving around today, a wild bunny darted across the street in front of our car. Not an unusual event, but Po noticed and announced, "my next pet is definitely going to be a soft bunny."
"As much as I love bunnies, Po," I said, "I've had them before, and we've cared for them lots. They are a lot of work. You can have a bunny when you have your own house someday. I don't do bunnies."
"I don't do other houses," he retorted.
Thank goodness he's not keen on moving out just yet.
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