I May Be In Trouble.

I think the cat's out of the bag. Somebody snuck in when I wasn't looking and told them. My kids have been infected with this knowledge and now it has spread to my wife. I may be in trouble. Woe is me!

This evening, as I was coming in from the woods with a fresh load of firewood, I noticed my wife standing and staring at the rabbit cages. I thought, perhaps, she had put another doe in with the buck and was watching them do their thing. Nope. At my inquiry, she looked at me with one of those cheesy grins and told me she now thinks that baby bunnies are the cutest little things she has ever seen.

Not you too! Personally, my mouth is watering for the taste of fresh rabbit. I was looking forward to it. Now the masses are against me and I may not have the opportunity to try one, other than at the farm conference from the rabbit guy.

My oldest daughter says she wants to just sell them at Easter to other unsuspecting daddies. You know, the daddy's that have those kids with the big blue eyes that well up when you talk of home grown food. The ones with the kids that just make you melt.

"Don't name them", I said. "If you don't name them, then you don't have a personal connection with them." I didn't take into account that they'd be so durn cute. Now I have learned that you can not name something all you want. If they're cute, all bets are off. I may be on the loosing end of this thing. Daddy would be the bad guy, and it's worse if your wife thinks so too.

I do have to admit, they are pretty cute.