I Didn’t Think She Remembered

When my youngest was about two and a half the Easter Bunny brought her a chocolate bunny that was filled with marshmallow cream. Instead of eating it like a normal child, she named the thing and carried it around with her. She made it nest out of plastic grass and fed it jelly beans. It was her new pet.

Back then we had a black couch. For some reason only she knows she put her bunny in the spot where I sit. Yes, I ended up sitting on her bunny. I didn’t know I had sat on it. Marshmallow cream is like glue and I have no idea how long I walked around with a mushed rabbit stuck to my rear-end. I would have remained oblivious the marshmallowy goodness attached to my ass if it weren’t for the panicked cried of “Mommy! My bunny! You killed my bunny!”

Needless to say she was traumatized. I felt really bad but I figured she was two, she’d forget all about it. I was wrong.

For some reason only she knows she left her turtle Webkin in my seat and I sat on it. Thankfully there was no permanent damage. It’s a stuffed animal. But then, out of nowhere, she brought up the chocolate bunny thing.

Now I’m really worried. I kinda thought the first three or four years were freebies. Yah know, they wouldn’t remember anything so if you messed up really bad you could just lie about it. Maybe seeing your chocolate Easter bunny smushed on your mothers’ backside is something a kid never forgets. I hope this is just a weird freak memory thing. Otherwise, I am so screwed.