tail2.jpgThis morning as Seth was filling Abbeydog’s food dish, I happened upon quite a little scene.

Seth was bent over. I could tell he was “going commando” by the way his jeans hung. Those jeans revealed at least two inches of  what we like to call “little bunny buttcrack.” Nestled in between those little cheeks was a giant Pixie Stick we’d gotten a few days ago when we gave some spare change to a man soliciting donations for his church.

That big ole’ Pixie Stick, still packed with sugary goodness, has seen alot of action these past few days. It has mostly been a used as a Star Wars light saber and wand, ala Harry Potter. That is, until this morning.

“Bun,” I said. (And yes, he still lets me call him “Bun” or “Bunny”.)  “Why do you have a Pixie Stick down the back of your pants?”

“Because,” he said emphatically. “That’s my TAIL.”

Oh…

Later on he told me he was a Jedi Knight — with a tail.

Needless to stay that’s one Pixie Stick that’s definitely not going to be ingested.