N and the pink He-Bunny

Last Wednesday I was taxi-ing down the runway with N, her DVD player and "Bunny," a pink he-bunny (? Gender issues ALREADY?) who gets the brunt of N's bossiness. The poor guy, who is already pink and must have low self-esteem because of it, gets dragged on the floor of the airport (yucky germs) then gets told in front of all the other waiting passengers that he is in time-out, because he did something "not nice." He also gets told to go to sleep, and in a not-so-nice voice, by N.

"Go to sweep, bunny!"

She informs me he has to go to the potty, then tells me he did poopoo.

"Bunny is poopoo! He has to go potty!"

Of course, she wipes him, and lays him back down.

N also put her Titi Ile in time-out. She was "not nice."

"Time out Titi! That was not nice, Titi!"

But I saw her look the other way and smile. The funny thing was Titi Ile stayed there, in time out.

Back in the airport:
"Where's Bunny, N?"

"I don't know! I lost him! He's hiding!"

Bunny is hiding in the stroller basket. Oh well. He doesn't get treated too well, but better him than me.

Such is the life with a 2 1/2 year old; avert disasters at all cost...