One of the things that books don’t tell you about is just how much you will enjoy certain moments. The first time they sit on their own. The first time they stand. The first word.
The abject terror they feel when confronted with electronic bunnies.
So, there we were last Wednesday night at a friend of Lynn’s. Lynn was back in town from Depot (ever so briefly) before shipping out to the Creston detatchment to report for duty. Lynn, of course, is Aidan’s Godmother and had bought him what she thought was a cute little bunny rabbit. Aidan has lots of bunnies (of the stuffed variety), which is a reflection of his mother’s predilection for them. None of the existing bunnies, however, move independently.
This particular bunny (which, like all of his stuffed toys, remains unnamed) moves. Its ears quiver, its nose wiggles, its nose squeaks, and it takes a few hops forward every once and a while.
So, Lynn, Aidan and Gwen were in the living room of Lynn’s friend (Dina). Hardwood floors and lots of space. Anyway, Lynn put the bunny down on the floor some distance from Aidan, who was on his stomach, crawling towards it.
Then she turned it on.
It did its little dance, hopping, and quivering, and squeaking.
Aidan looked at it and slowly backed up. I’ve never seen him do this, crawl backwards as if that was the natural direction to be crawling. The bunny went through its cycle again, and this time Aidan …. um …. hauled ass. He scooted backward absolutely shrieking in terror, shaking with fear.
The poor guy. This is clearly a pivotal and traumatizing moment in life.
And we laughed. Well, not for too long, because someone had to comfort the boy (and Lynn, who couldn’t believe that such an innocent looking gift had gone so wrong). But, it was funny. America’s Home Video sort of funny.
Subsequent exposure to the bunny has not improved the situation any. He definitely doesn’t like it in all its glory, turned on and quivering and squeaking, etc., but he even doesn’t like it when it’s just sitting there looking cute.
He was crawling on the floor, came around the corner of the coffee table, saw the bunny there and broke down into almost hysterical tears.
It still seems funny … but we need to get him over this.
And I can’t believe that we need to get him over a fear of … bunnies…
*These* are the moments we remember. :>)