Isn't it great that you live where there are somewhat better than average odds of the house's owner confirming Matilda's belief by walking out dressed in a bunny suit at some point?

I have, in fact, seen somebody dressed as the Easter Bunny ride by my house on a bike.

Now you know where he lives.

More snow impending. Band meeting coming up, with bonus icebreaker games. Sheesh.

My grandfather used to love telling me about how when I was little, I came to him wailing one day. He asked what was wrong and I told him that "Christina doesn't want to play with me! She's being mean to me! Waaaaaaaaaah wahhhhhhhhh waahhhh."

Christina was my imaginary friend.

My sister had an imaginary Uncle Henry who lived in Australia. He had a kangaroo farm.

And you know the fences on that thing would be insane.

Kangaroo proof fence?

megan, the game is live on west coast, say the Fug Girls.

Kangaroo proof fence?

It's like a rabbit proof fence, only four metres tall. (And, I like to think, made entirely out of rubber. BOIIIIINGG!)

I know. Why show that live everywhere and nothing else?

Back to Death and children, I Tivoed The River Cottage Treatment because I wanted Emmett to see it. (He did not want to watch it however.)

But I played it anyway and Matilda watched. When they got to the part where they were butchering rabbits she yelped, "Those are cats!"

Me: "No, those aren't cats. Those are rabbits."
Matilda: "We don't eat animals!"
Emmett and I together (perhaps too enthusiastically): "Yes, we do!
Matilda: "No, no no. I only eat ham and meat."
Us: "Welllll....."
::show focuses on lambs gamboling about on farm as narrator talks about lamb burgers::
Matilda: "We don't eat sheep. Sheep are fluffy. They're too fluffy."