Two days ago, while snuggling up with Seth for a much-needed nap (on both our parts) I noticed he smelled kinda… funky/stanky. Strange. Its not like the kid doesn’t get a bath. The whole neighborhood knows when Seth gets a bath. There’s constant screaming on his end and a few muttered curses on mine. I noticed he had his beloved Brown Bunny curled up in his arm. Without thinking, I sniffed the bunny. And gagged.

“Brown Bunny” has been with Seth since he was a few weeks old. BB has been his constant night-time companion through colds, stomach viruses, varied seasons and dreams and plenty of ordinary nights. He’s usually left in Seth’s darkened room. But not this time. BB finally got to see some daylight. And wow, BB’s been doing some hard livin’.

I asked Seth if I could give BB a bath. I thought the little caveman was going to projectile vomit pee soup and waited for his head to start spinning. Then I tried to sneak BB downstairs. I succeeded but Seth caught me on my way down to the laundry room. More violent protesting ensued. So I gave up. Until today.

Today my in-law’s took Seth for an overnight visit. (Do you see why I love my in-laws so?) Whewhoo! A reprieve from reading “Walter the Farting Dog, Volumes I, II, and III twelve times a day! Marc is in PA working on the project from hell that will NEVER die. So I have a whole house to myself for 24 hours! Where’s a hot, non-English speaking, early 20-something cabanna boy when I need him? I’ll settle for some Chinese, a good movie and a nice long walk with Abbey-dog.

But before that, I need to throw BB in the wash and hope his musical guts still work afterwards — I have no clue how to extract them. Anyone up for sweet and sour chicken with me and BB? I promise, I won’t even mention Walter.

P.S. Nic and Shannon. To clarify, I like “Walter” alot too but obviously not as much as Seth does.